While packing for the first time in 18 years, I found something I wrote as a much younger woman about the necessity of discomfort. I still believe much of what I wrote. But life experience has added an asterisk.

Purpose isn’t always found in one defining moment. Often, it unfolds quietly as we return to what feels familiar and true. This piece reflects on seeking, self-realization, and the courage to walk forward—even when the path isn’t clear.