Small Acts. Bigger Leaps. That’s 43!

I almost didn't go. A rainy birthday weekend, no party, yet premeditated plans that I had no interest in fulfilling as I watched the grey sky swell. Just me, my cousin's polka dot rain boots I found in the attic, and a decision that changed something in me. I sat alone in the mud of Piedmont Park at the Atlanta Jazz Festival and felt loneliness drop in my stomach like the bottom of a roller coaster giving way. I noticed it. I didn't leave. What happened next taught me everything about evolution through action, keeping promises to yourself, and what it actually looks like to show up for the life you said you wanted — even when it's uncomfortable, even in the rain.