I once tried to fly after 37 failed takeoffs… my fingers shook so hard I dropped my phone. Turns out, it wasn’t fear—it was integrity. The real win? Not doubling down. Stepping away. When your chest tightens before pressing ‘bet’? That’s not anxiety—it’s awareness whispering: pause. So next time you feel the urge to go… ask yourself: am I chasing momentum—or escaping emptiness? (Spoiler: You’re not flying because you can. You’re flying because you chose to stop.) Drop a like if you’ve ever paused just to breathe.