We often talk about bravery like it’s loud, a leap, a bold move, a grand declaration. But I’ve learned that courage doesn’t always look like that. Sometimes, it’s quiet. Sometimes, it’s a whisper that says, “You can’t stay here anymore.”
For years, I lived in a place that felt safe but wasn’t truly mine. I told myself comfort was peace, but really, it was fear. Fear of failing, fear of starting over, fear of not being enough without someone else’s approval. But comfort zones can become cages, and one day, I realized mine had grown too small for the woman I was meant to be.
