I thought my limits were permanent, written in stone before I tried. I didn’t know I could speak up when my hands shook. I didn’t know I could walk away from what hurt me. I didn’t know I could sit with silence and hear clarity instead of fear. I learned I could fail and keep going. I could forgive myself. I could start again without losing who I was. These discoveries didn’t arrive loudly. They showed up quietly, in moments of choice. Now I know my abilities grow when I dare to try. And that changes everything for me today.