I’ve always been the girl who runs.

Runs toward adventure.
Runs toward healing.
Runs away from what’s too hard, too heavy, too unknown.

At the beginning of my pregnancy, I didn’t quite know what life would look like in terms of my partner. I love him deeply—we’ve known each other for years—and we made the conscious decision to bring Isabella into the world together… but not necessarily together.

So in true Megan fashion, I created a bulletproof plan. One where I was fully independent, fully self-reliant. One where Isabella and I would thrive in the Costa Rican jungle—where the healthcare is top-notch, the government actually supports its people, and the freedom to live outside the box felt so right in my bones. It felt bold, empowered, and safe.

But then something unexpected happened.

His heart shifted.
He wants to be there. Fully.
Not just present—but active, loving, committed to raising Isabella together.

And something in me softened. Not out of fear. Not from losing my independence. But from the deep remembrance that I don’t have to do this alone. That partnership doesn’t have to mean sacrifice. That staying can be just as brave as leaving.

So… I’m coming home.

To give him the chance to show up.
To give Isabella the chance to know what it feels like to have a father who’s all in.
To break the pattern I’ve carried my whole life—of running away when things get hard or complicated.

I’m not gonna lie… it makes me cry.

Because I was lucky enough to have a father like that. One who loved fiercely, taught me endlessly, and believed in me without question. And now my daughter will have the chance to experience that kind of love, too.

So yeah, in traditional Megan fashion, I’m changing the plan at the last minute.
But in untraditional Megan fashion, I’m not changing it to escape.
I’m staying. Rooting in. Letting myself be held, too.

It’s uncomfortable. It’s vulnerable. It’s real.
And it feels like the biggest blessing I’ve ever been given.

Let this be your reminder:

You’re allowed to change your mind.
You’re allowed to break old patterns.
You’re allowed to rewrite the story you thought you had to follow.

I don’t have all the answers. I don’t have a tidy list of journal prompts or bullet points for you to take away this time.

What I do have is a full heart. And a calm knowing that I am right where I’m meant to be—standing at yet another cliffside, barefoot and brave, preparing to leap into the unknown again…

This time, not alone.
This time, not running.
This time, staying.

With love and gratitude for this wild, tender life—
< 3 Megan
@theembodiedwarrior