There comes a moment, usually somewhere in the early forties, when a person realizes that life quietly split itself into two categories: the things that are truly mine, and the things I somehow ended up carrying.
And the surprising part is how blurry that line has been for most of your adult life.
If the first question is about clearing the noise — clearing expectations, obligations, and the roles you inherited without noticing — this second question is the one that helps you tune into the frequency underneath all that
Fear has an incredible talent. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t threaten. It rarely shows up in the dramatic ways movies like to portray it. Instead, fear whispers with the gentle authority of someone who has been sitting in your living room for years, sipping tea, pretending to be on your side.
This question — Which parts of myself have I neglected? — is almost always emotional.
Not dramatic. Not overwhelming.
Just profoundly honest.
Goals are the outer shell of transformation. They’re measurable and tidy: