Today we checked out of the place that's been our home for two years, and I wasn't ready to go. As we pulled away from the curb, I realized this goodbye mirrored something much bigger unfolding in my life—something I feel certain about but can't yet prove. Maybe trusting the process isn't about feeling fearless. Maybe it's about being honest about the fear and moving anyway, learning to believe in what you can't see before the evidence ever arrives.