At mile 406 of a very long drive, with a toddler in the back seat and 194 miles still to go, I learned why the finish line always feels harder than the journey. The closer we get to any goal—a business, a healing season, a dream—the heavier the final stretch feels. It's not just that we're tired of the road. We're tired from becoming the person the journey required. If your finish line feels unbearable, it may just mean you're closer than ever. Keep going. ❤️

Today I sat down to plan a road trip—hundreds of miles, a toddler, deadlines, the works. A few months ago, I'd have tried to solve the whole thing in one sitting. Today I booked one hotel, one flight, and stopped. The rest will come. It hit me that this was one of the quietest signs of growth I'd felt in a long time. A flower doesn't bloom the day it becomes beautiful—the real work happens underground, long before anyone sees it. Maybe we're not so different.