Growth has a funny way of sneaking up on you — sometimes it’s the kind you go looking for, and sometimes it’s the kind that finds you anyway.
This past year and a half have been full of both for me. And no matter how it shows up, forward growth is the easiest kind to recognize. It’s the promotion, the new skill, the milestone you finally hit, the visible personal development wins... and sometimes just getting through to face the next day. Those moments are worth celebrating — they’re the melody everyone can hear.
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For most of my life, I've filtered almost everything I said and did through one silent question: “But what will people think?”
Sound familiar?
And if I’m being honest, I'm sure that most of the time people weren’t thinking about me at all. They were too wrapped up in their own lives. Still, that question has been like a leash keeping me from speaking up about things that matter to me—my faith, my wellness choices, even little everyday opinions that I worry might rock the boat.
But here’s what I’m learning: everyday boldness doesn’t have to mean standing on a soapbox or shouting over people. It’s not about volume. It’s about alignment. It’s the daily choice to let my inside convictions match my outside actions.
I’ve mostly thought of growth as something you intentionally choose—setting goals, learning new skills, making positive changes. But this past year has taught me there’s another kind of growth…the kind you never ask for. The kind that shows up uninvited and says, “Ready or not, here I come.”
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Have you ever been in a conversation where someone shares a view that makes you want to roll your eyes so hard you practically see your own brain?
Yeah, me too.
It’s so easy to dismiss something the second we don’t agree with it. But here’s the thing: when we shut down like that, we’re not just closing the door on the other person—we’re also closing the door on an opportunity to grow, or even to strengthen what we already believe.
A few weeks ago, I was unintentionally part of someone's mini photo shoot while at the park watching my grandkids play. I had no idea I was in the background of their perfectly posed moment until it was too late—and now, somewhere out there, I’m forever captured mid-sip of my chocolate milkshake, (which, for the record, I ordered with zero shame at 10:30 a.m. because adulthood has to have some perks) in their photo album as “random lady living her best life.”
It got me thinking: How many times have I been a background character in someone else’s story without even realizing it? Not the star, not the villain—just the extra who happened to walk by, hold a door, or make a random comment that may or may not have stuck with them. You know what I mean?
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