The Fear that Feels Like Home

I have a confession to make...

I’m a 40-year-old TikToker—and I’ve fallen down the Morgan Roos rabbit hole. 🙃 She’s raw, real, emotionally generous, and in her 20s… basically living out loud in all the ways I’m just learning to do now.

Her TikToks are like weekly Soap Operas, she records 10 minute clips and does 3-4 parts each time - so we get our weekly “fix”. Recently she was in the middle of a big life transition, sharing about the fear that came up as she moved into her own apartment. There she was—questioning if she could really do it on her own. Spiraling. Wondering if she was enough. And as she spoke, I saw 24-year-old me. Clear as day.

That version of me didn’t think she could do it on her own either. She let fear lead for a long time—talking her out of risks, out of confidence, out of freedom. That fear showed up like protection… but really? It was just keeping me small.

And listen—I know fear is a survival instinct. It’s designed to keep us safe. But the truth is, some of the biggest fears we carry aren’t about danger… they’re about discomfort. They’re about not knowing who we’ll be on the other side of the decision. And for a long time, that was me: avoiding discomfort, mistaking it for danger.

Watching Morgan process her feelings so openly reminded me how loud fear can get when you’re evolving. When you’re doing something new. When you’re choosing yourself.

So I sat with a question this week:
When have I felt the most fear—not because I was unsafe, but because I was growing?

And the answer? Lately.
In this season of building this podcast, this platform, this community. Of showing up as myself, without the polished version. Of being real about motherhood and messiness and the quiet longing for connection.
It’s been scary.
But it’s also been healing.

As I was writing this episode, it hit me—I’ve been creating emotional, mental, and physical space for myself without even realizing it. This podcast? It's therapy. It’s my moment to breathe. To say the truth out loud. To feel all the feelings without apology. It’s my time. My boundary. And somehow, the people in my house get it—they know this time matters to me. They respect it. They encourage it.

I can’t tell you how beautiful that feels.

So Morgan—if you ever see this—I hope you know your energy is attracting exactly what you’re putting out: peace, support, love. The kind of energy that reminds you you can do this. Because you already are.

And to you reading this:
If fear is whispering that you're not enough, or you're not ready—know that it’s just doing its job. But you don’t have to listen.
You’re allowed to outgrow that story.
You’re allowed to live out loud.
You’re allowed to take up space.

And if you haven’t found your community yet—borrow mine.
You’re welcome here.