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I love to be on the water. Sailing, kayaking, canoeing, river rafting, and most recently standup paddleboarding are some of my favorite ways to spend the day. But as I’ve grown older, I’ve become much more susceptible to seasickness. Sitting on a sailboat that’s bobbing up and down in the ocean is no fun. My insides start to complain in a big way. Eating ginger candy and looking for the horizon help, but the only thing that really fixes it is forward motion with the wind blowing across my face.

And every now and then when I’m not on a boat and my insides are complaining in a big way, I ask, “Am I moving forward?” Am I where I want to be, doing what I want to be doing, sharing time with people who lift me up? And if not, why not? Moving forward can often be the hardest, scariest thing in the world to do because it requires both letting go and also a leap of faith. But that is when I know it’s precisely what I need to do.