
Personal Reflection:
Deliberate doesn’t mean reckless. It means I’ve counted the cost, felt the fear chewing at my edges, and moved anyway. Too often we wait for bravery to arrive like a clean shirt—we want to be fresh, unshaken, presentable. But courage is never neat. It’s raw, jagged, stitched together with trembling hands. To be deliberate is to move with intention even when your knees want to buckle. Afraid or not, you step. That’s the whole point.
Reflective Prompt:
Where in your life do you need to stop waiting for fear to leave before you act, and instead choose to move with intention through it?



