WILD CHILD
Does comfort dictate the choices you make? Or fear? Are the decisions you make each day aligning with the kind of life you want to be living , or are they quietly steering you toward a version of yourself you outgrew long ago? Maybe you’ve been surviving instead of thriving, following invisible lines drawn by the past. Change is inevitable, she’s the uninvited guest who shows up even when you lock the doors. And if you don’t choose her willingly, she’ll sweep in anyway, rearranging your life until you finally pay attention. Me? I want to be in the driver’s seat: windows rolled down, wind in my hair, radio blaring a song that makes my heart thump in my chest. I’m driving like a car thief who just stole back her own destiny. I’m leaning into the bends, crossing fixed lines, laughing as I swerve past the potholes life throws at me. Freedom’s not a destination ... it’s that wild, white-knuckle joy of steering your own way through chaos. I’m Thelma-and-Louise-ing my next cha...