What Avoidance Quietly Costs Us
Avoidance doesn't announce its price upfront.
It doesn't say, "If you choose not to feel this now, you'll pay for it later." It just offers relief. Distance. Space to breathe.
And for a while, that feels good enough.
But avoidance is not neutral. It trades short-term comfort for long-term disconnection—from ourselves, from others, from the truth of what we carry.
What does avoidance cost us?
It costs connection. We can't be fully known if parts of us are permanently locked away. We can't build beautiful relationships if we don't actually believe we deserve them.
It costs rest. Because what we refuse to feel doesn't go away—it works overtime in the background. I recently spoke to a woman who processes her rooms as night terrors. The emotion—the fear or grief or hopelessness—is still living in her, and when her mind and heart are quiet, that's when it demands to be heard.
It costs clarity. We sense something is off, but we can't name it because naming it would require going back. We live a life of unease, always on alert, waiting for something new to happen or for the old familiar feelings we've hidden to creep back up. That takes away our presence, our ability to be fully here.
And maybe most quietly, it costs choice. We keep reacting to old rooms without realizing they're the ones directing us.
None of this makes us broken. It makes us human.
In my own life, avoidance looked like productivity. Like humor. Like moving forward quickly and never looking back. It looked successful from the outside—but inside, certain rooms were still running the house.
Healing didn't arrive with a dramatic breakthrough. It arrived with honesty.
With the realization that if I didn't go back—carefully, supported, on my own terms—I would keep paying for rooms I was pretending were closed.
If you notice yourself tired in ways sleep doesn't fix, guarded in places you want to be open, or frustrated by patterns that keep repeating—it may not be because you're failing.
It may be because something important is still waiting behind a door.
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The Rooms We Learn to Avoid
We don't avoid rooms because we're weak. We avoid them because, once upon a time, being in that room hurt too much.
The room where something ended. The room where we were misunderstood. The room where we learned to stay quiet, agreeable, or invisible in order to survive.
Avoidance is often framed as a flaw—something to "push through" or "get over." But avoidance is usually the very thing that has protected us for years. It keeps us functioning when feeling would be too overwhelming.
The problem is that avoidance doesn't know when to stop. And it's impossible to settle in and build a new home around locked doors.
What once protected us eventually becomes a barrier we don't remember choosing. And over time, the cost of not going back grows heavier than the pain we were trying to escape.
Avoided rooms don't disappear. They wait.
They show up as exhaustion we can't explain. As relationships that feel shallow or tense. As a sense that we're living smaller than we're capable of without knowing why.
They show up as behaviors we can't seem to understand. We're overreactive or underreactive. We allow people to treat us in ways we know are wrong because at our core we hold a smaller value for ourselves than we deserve. We don't let people in because of the fear that letting down our guard, even for a moment, could mean more hurt. Then we miss out on true connection and beautiful relationships that could build us up and fulfill us.
There are so many ways these rooms show up in disguise. Where we once needed to protect ourselves, we now limit ourselves and miss the big life we are supposed to be living.
In The Room to Be Brave, I use rooms as a metaphor because memories live somewhere. Experiences shape us somewhere. And healing, I've learned, doesn't come from bulldozing the house or pretending those spaces never existed.
It comes from walking back slowly. With compassion. With curiosity. With a willingness to sit down and look around.
You don't have to redecorate every room. You don't have to stay long. You don't even have to open every door today.
But noticing which rooms you avoid—and asking yourself why—is often the beginning of something honest.
And honesty, gentle as it is, is where bravery starts.
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I QUIT!!
I'm a quitter.
My entire vibe is about how much I'm okay with being terrible at something. The Find Your Joy Project, at its core, is about trying new things and probably not being good at them right away. Then I found something that I had hoped I'd be good at, and I failed at it. It was the most epic of failures. So, I quit everything.
What's really bogging me down is that it took months of holding this quittery in the pit of my stomach...
I'm a quitter.
My entire vibe is about how much I'm okay with being terrible at something. The Find Your Joy Project, at its core, is about trying new things and probably not being good at them right away. Then I found something that I had hoped I'd be good at, and I failed at it. It was the most epic of failures. So, I quit everything.
What's really bogging me down is that it took months of holding this quittery in the pit of my stomach. I hoped and prayed that nobody would ask me how the Find Your Joy Project was going, because I didn't want to admit out loud that I gave up, and I really didn't feel good about it. I get so much happiness out of this project that admitting I wasn't doing it, was making me sad, but I couldn't put my finger on why I quit! I wanted to know what my stumbling block was, but instead of seeking out the answers, I threw all my energies into every single distraction that I could find. I even went to the gym for crap's sake! I was really avoiding my quitting, sharing my joy, and my feelings.
But why?!
Why would I quit finding joy, and sharing finding joy, and talking to people about finding joy, and beating my family over the head with all of the joy??? Because I had a vision of something I could do, and be, and it turns out that I couldn't, and I wasn't. And my fragile, flower petal of an ego couldn't stand up against the crushing, debilitating feeling of not being good at something immediately, or not having something go the way I dreamed it would.
Here's the kicker, I would have known what to say to any of you if this happened to you… imagine this scenario…
You come to me and tell me, and all of your closest friends, that you would like to start painting landscapes. You want to Bob Ross the hell out of some canvas! You are excited, the joy is contagious and the people you love are excited for you! You buy paint, brushes, an easel, canvas, a palette, a smock, and a fluffy wig to get you in the spirit. You go out to a beautiful nature scene and you start mixing paint, checking the lighting, taking pictures of your set-up for Instagram and then you start to paint. And you're not just terrible, you're cold, your allergies kick up, your wig is itchy, the "blended colors" come out looking like something you'd see with a stomach virus. This sucks and you hate it!
At this point I would tell you that you have a couple of options:
Start over! Watch some videos on painting, or take a class. You can start smaller, like learning how to mix paints, or learning basic brush techniques. Even if you never become a world renowned public broadcasting painter, you can still paint (even poorly) and have fun with it. With practice, you may even get better.
OR (and this is a big one)
Painting might not be for you! You can totally sell or donate your easel and paints and walk away knowing that AT LEAST YOU TRIED!!
There is no shame in trying and not liking something. Even if you REALLY thought it was going to be your thing. Even if you told everyone how much it was going to be your thing. EVEN IF you bragged about your vision of becoming a painter.
I told a lot of people how I would like to make YouTube videos showcasing other folks who have found their joy. I even had two generous and joyful people share their joy with me, on camera (!!) so that I could get the ball rolling on what I fully thought would be an incredible experience. We would have so much fun sharing in their joy that the videos would practically make themselves!
Man, if you could see how it looked in my head? As far as I was concerned, Netflix was about to pick up my videos for multiple seasons. I wouldn't say I was delusional, because in real life I can have a conversation with anyone I meet and have so much fun doing it, but as it happens, I am zero fun in front of a camera. Where I thought I could bring the best out of people who already had joy; I made finding joy look like an insurance seminar.
That was a hard pill for me to swallow. And instead of trying to address what had stopped me from enjoying the work for The Find Your Joy Project, I just avoided it all together. Until now.
Now I pivot. PIVOT!
I don't quit the parts of this project that I love. I don't beat myself up for not being good at making videos. I don't quit the joy. I do quit the guilt, I quit the negative self-talk, and I quit judging myself on one activity that I didn't take to right away. And I move forward towards the joy.
I will continue to try new ways to bring the joy to you. I will continue to talk to people and encourage them to share their joy. And I will continue to share these adventures with you in whatever form brings me the most joy. At this point, it won't be via YouTube, and I'm finding a way to be 100% ok with that.
Wherever this project takes us, I want you to be there for all of the ups and downs. And please feel free to tell me the things that you tried and loved, or hated! Because we are more than likely not going to find our joy in the first thing we try, but we are absolutely not going to find it by giving up.
So let's find our joy, change our life, and inspire others.
If this post resonated with you, my memoir The Room to Be Brave explores this same theme on a deeper level—the courage it takes to try, to fail, to keep going, and to finally face the rooms we've been afraid to enter. The book releases January 27, 2026.
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