Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit of that old familiar anxiety creeping in — this time about something that should be exciting: a trip with my son to Mexico. You’d think booking a long-overdue vacation would be all joy, but my mind doesn’t always work that way. It starts running through every “what if,” every worst-case scenario, like it’s trying to protect me from something that hasn’t even happened. I can feel it in my chest — that uneasy mix of excitement and fear fighting for space.
But here’s the truth I keep coming back to: this trip isn’t about perfection, it’s about presence. It’s about making memories, not managing outcomes. My son deserves to see his dad relaxed, laughing, living in the moment — not stuck inside a loop of worry. So I’m reminding myself that courage doesn’t always look like charging into danger; sometimes it’s just buying the ticket, packing the bag, and choosing to breathe through the unknown. That’s what Unbreakable really means to me — doing the things that scare you, not because you have no fear, but because love and life are worth more than the anxiety trying to stop you.