Facing Fears, Finding My People

It’s been a minute since I’ve written anything here. Life has been busy—loud in some ways, quiet in others. I’ve been moving through some things that have pushed me way out of my comfort zone. The kind of stuff that makes your stomach drop a little. The kind of stuff I usually avoid because, if I’m honest, I hate confrontation.

But lately, I’ve been choosing courage over comfort. Not because I’ve suddenly become fearless, but because I’m learning that avoidance only creates more fear. Facing things head-on—conversations I’d rather not have, truths I’d rather not sit with—has been uncomfortable… and also really freeing.

Time’s been strange lately. Everything feels like it’s moving fast and slow at the same time. Some days blur by in a blink, others feel like they stretch on forever. But even in the chaos, I’ve been reminded of something really simple: isolation isn’t good for me.

So I’ve been saying yes more. Yes to cocktails with friends and new things with new people—like Pilates in the park, keeping my plans when I used to cancel because the anxiety got the best of me. Yes to the kind of plans that get me out of my head and into the moment. Yes to people who make me feel safe and seen.

I’m learning that healing doesn’t always happen alone—and sometimes the strongest thing you can do is reach out and let people in.

If you’re in a season of facing hard things too, I see you. Be gentle with yourself. Keep going. And don’t forget to let the good ones in.