All of my greatest transformations have come with the willingness to endure the quiet storm that always comes right before the transformation.
I say “quiet storm” because the silent moments right before the miracle are some of the most deafening. They just hit differently.
I think about the first moment I decided to be curious instead of defensive, or the first time I put down my phone instead of texting someone I’d had a “friends with benefits” situation with, or the first time I set a boundary… in all of these moments I felt like I was giving up a drug, and in some ways, I was. In that moment of making the choice that would ultimately be both expansive and empowering, I felt like I was going to die.
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