- Aug 13, 2025
- 2 min read
I’ve never considered myself a risk taker. I like the familiar, the routine, the things I can count on. I tend to stay close to what I know—where it’s comfortable and predictable.
For a long time, my walks followed the same paved paths near my home. They became my ritual, quiet time to clear my head, soak in the sunshine, and reconnect with myself and with God. There’s something grounding about being among the trees. I often look up and feel a deep sense of calm and perspective. In that space, I’m reminded: You are small, but you are loved. You are enough.
Then one evening, I noticed something different—bike lights flickering deep in the woods, moving along trails I’d never taken. There were other paths beyond the ones I knew.
Eventually, my youngest encouraged me to try one of those “off-road” trails.
I hesitated. It was dusty. Unpredictable. Not at all the organized, clean experience I was used to. But I said yes. What I found surprised me.
We discovered hidden mazes in the grass. Unexpected views. Handwritten notes left behind by others, tiny messages cheering us on. I felt the rush of something new. Yes, it was messy and a little scary. But it was also freeing. I leaned into the uncertainty, trusted myself, and still found my way home.
Even though this was a small thing, the more I learn about myself, the more comfortable I become pushing into unfamiliar territory. Each small step builds trust in myself and makes it easier to take bigger risks. Being intentional in this area has created new opportunities and personal growth, so even when things feel uncomfortable, I will keep leaning in.


