If you’d asked me a few years ago, I would’ve said security without hesitation. I craved stability—predictable routines, familiar places, steady ground beneath my feet. After all, security feels like safety, like home. And during times in my life when everything felt shaky, I clung to that comfort like a life raft.
But lately? I feel a quiet pull toward something else.
Not reckless adventure, not throwing everything into chaos—but something softer, more intentional. A longing for discovery. A curiosity about what’s out there beyond the edges of my comfort zone.
I still value security. I love cozy routines and quiet days, knowing my people are okay, that I’m okay. But I also know that too much safety can become a cage if I’m not careful. That sometimes, the soul needs a little risk—a new place, a new story, a new version of myself waiting just beyond what feels familiar.
So I guess my honest answer is: I’m seeking both.
I want to feel anchored—but not stuck. Grounded—but still growing. I want to chase moments that make my heart race a little, while still having a soft place to land.
Security keeps me rooted. Adventure keeps me awake. And I think the sweet spot is somewhere right in between.
Whispers Of Grace 
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