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🤔 …I’ve never been comfortable with calling my decisions “sacrifices.” That word always felt too heavy, too martyred for what I’ve done in my life.
    When I chose to move or change jobs and all the other decisions I’ve ever made, I wasn’t sacrificing something else… I was actively selecting what mattered most in that moment. The word “sacrifice” suggests giving something up unwillingly, but my choices have been deliberate statements about my priorities.
    People at times look at my life and see what I’ve supposedly “given up.” They don’t see what I’ve gained: clarity, purpose, alignment with my values. What others might label sacrifice, I call discernment, the ability to distinguish between what society tells me I should want and what I actually need. I’ve found freedom in this perspective. There’s no room for resentment when you own your choices completely. There is no space for “what ifs” when you recognize that every path closes some doors while opening others.
    This isn’t about denying that choices have costs. Every decision does. But framing them as intentional selections rather than painful sacrifices has transformed how I move through life, with agency rather than victimhood, with ownership rather than regret.
    In the end, perhaps what others call sacrifice is simply the courage to choose one path over another. I don’t carry the weight of what might have been, only the quiet certainty of knowing I chose exactly where I wanted to stand.