I remember the many times my passion, purpose, and inner calling pulled me toward a new adventure. Sometimes, it looked like writing. Other times, it was music or teaching. Each time, something new. Something that felt a little too loud for my quiet hometown, a bit too progressive for others’ perspectives, and a little too unconventional for reserved beliefs. But none of those external judgments belonged to me. The only things that were ever truly mine were my curiosities—and my courage…
