On my mind

I often wrestle with the question of when to hold on and when to let go. When it came to raising my children, the answer felt instinctive—letting go was part of the process. I knew that if I did my job well, they would one day step out into the world on their own. But leaving the place where I had raised them, where I had grown into myself, felt different. It was a step forward, but not an easy one. The comfort of familiarity, even in difficult circumstances, can feel safer than the uncertainty of change. But I remind myself that growth often requires stepping into the unknown.  

It’s tempting to believe that inaction is a neutral choice, that by doing nothing, I can avoid mistakes. But I’ve come to realize that doing nothing is often the worst decision of all. Choosing to stay still may feel safe, but it rarely leads to anything rewarding. Moving forward—making decisions on my own—is undeniably frightening. But I know that courage isn’t the absence of fear; it’s acting in spite of it.  

I think back to the days when my children were young, when we would go to Disney or Six Flags. With three kids and rides built for pairs, I often found myself as the extra passenger. I would close my eyes, imagine the beach, and transport myself there just long enough to make it through. Even now, I do the same before stepping into daunting situations, meetings I’m unsure of. I close my eyes, picture the waves, and for a brief moment, I’m there. That moment of calm is enough to remind me of who I am—and to take the next step forward.  

So wherever you are, wherever you're headed, know that you are not alone in trying to be brave. And may we all find the courage to reach for what we once believed was beyond our grasp.

xx Christina