Twelve years ago, I walked the streets of Chicago, commuting to my psychology internship in the middle of a polar vortex, freezing wind biting my face. Though I was finishing my last semester of college and going through the ropes, the number one thing on my mind was how I would get my next drink. That was the only thing I cared about. 

But I knew that there was more to life than this. I felt a painful longing for that life.

Change calls to us in quiet, persistent ways – through a longing we can’t ignore, a vision of who we could be, or a life we know we’re meant to live.

And yet, taking that first step can feel like standing at the base of a mountain, unsure if we have what it takes to climb.

This is where the journey begins – not with certainty, but with courage.