The Dashboard Ahead

I let it go.
I let go of all the things I thought I needed to hold on to.
Not because I wanted to erase who I was
but because I finally realized…
So much of it no longer fit.

As I looked through what I had — bags of old clothes, contact names from past jobs, friendships, and old lives — I didn’t see my future.
I saw the past.
And I’ve lived there long enough.

I don’t want to keep glancing in the rearview when the dashboard ahead of me is still unwritten.

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So many times we stay stuck where we’ve always been because we’re afraid to let go of the version of ourselves we’ve already outgrown.

We say:
“Maybe I’ll need this again.”
“Maybe it’s still a part of me.”
“Maybe I’ll go back.”

But what we’re really afraid of…
is becoming someone we haven’t fully met yet.

Here’s the truth:
You’re not giving up on yourself by evolving.
You’re giving up on what no longer serves you.
That’s not selfish.
That’s sacred.

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It’s like leaving your hometown.

There’s love there.
There’s comfort.
But you don’t want to live in a place that keeps you small.
You don’t want to keep walking the same streets when your soul is craving something new.

I left Utah and everything I ever knew.
The streets I could trace with my eyes closed.
The roles I played too well.
The version of me who tried so hard to make it all work.

And I moved to Tennessee.

Not just to see something new —
but to become something new.

The version of me that chooses her.
That creates.
That feels deeply.
That builds a life based on alignment, not expectation.
The version of me who’s not afraid to let go.

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This week feels sacred.
Yesterday was my dad’s birthday.
He wasn’t just my father — he was my best friend.
And I know he wanted me here. In this chapter. On this path. Becoming this version of me.

There’s so much peace in that knowing.
So much clarity in this becoming.
So much light in finally trusting that I have everything I need.

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I dropped four bags off at Goodwill.
It rained.
And then it poured.
And I laughed as I ran through it — soaked, free, a little wild.

And it felt like a cleanse.
Like the final rinse of a version of me I no longer needed to carry.

I don’t need reminders of who I was.
I’m too in love with who I’m becoming.

The loop I used to live in? That loop was Salt Lake.
It was in the over-explaining.
The people-pleasing.
The doing-what-I-was-told life that no longer felt like mine.

Nashville gave me a wild mess.
And from that mess, I made peace.
I made a life.
I made me.

And now I keep going —
no rearview, no regrets.
Just the dashboard ahead.
Clear, wide, and open to everything that’s coming next.

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I don’t have a perfect bow to wrap around this day.
But I know this:
It was real.
It was needed.
And it was mine.

Sometimes we don’t need to understand every part of the transformation.
We just need to trust the version of us that’s arriving.

And today, I did.

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