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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Are You on the List?

Do you spend most of your day—your week, your month, maybe your whole life—making sure everyone else is taken care of and worrying about yourself last?

When did we stop including ourselves in our own lives?

The Rooms We Clean (And the One We Ignore)

I love a to-do list. I have lists for chores, errands, projects for when I magically have “free time,” and—of course—a list just for me.

That list is always the one I look at last.

Like Cinderella, I can’t get to the things for me until everything else is done.

Think about it this way: I clean every room in my house. I organize everyone else’s spaces. My daughter’s room is functional. My husband’s office is tidy. The living room is guest-ready. The kitchen is spotless.

But my room—the space that’s supposed to be mine—it’s on the list I never quite get to.

Do you have the same kind of list? Even if it’s not written down, it’s probably running on a loop in your head.

Where are you on that list?
Are you even on it?

Making Room for Everyone Else

Most of the people I know who seem like they “have it together” are really just taking care of everyone else. They’re working full-time jobs (sometimes two), managing households, raising kids, scheduling appointments, handling paperwork, remembering birthdays, and making sure there’s always toilet paper.

They’re available all the time. For all the people. For all the things.

We spend our lives making sure everyone else has a room to thrive in—while quietly giving up our own.

But do we really need to disappear completely for other people to be okay?

Can’t we make room for both?

Finding Your Room in the House You Built

Take a look at your to-do list—real or imagined. How many items are actually for you?

And if the answer is “none,” ask yourself this:
Is there anything you could leave for later? Or let someone else handle?

I know—it won’t be done the way you would do it. And that’s okay.

Here are a few shifts that helped me:

Delegate

The people around you are capable—even if they do things differently. Everyone deserves responsibility for their own room.

Lower your standards (just a little)

The world will not end if the bed isn’t made perfectly or the lawn isn’t mowed in straight lines. Perfection steals time from joy.

Stop being a martyr

Doing everything, asking for nothing, and then resenting everyone is not a sustainable plan. Ask for help. Let people show up.

Make a list just for you

Not chores. Not projects. A joy list. Things that light you up. Keep it handy so when you have time, you don’t default to more work or mindless scrolling.

Claim Your Room

Here’s what I’ve learned: if you don’t claim a room for yourself in the house of your life, no one else will.

Not because they’re selfish—but because you’ve taught them that your room doesn’t exist.

It does exist. You just have to stop letting everyone else use it for storage.

Lock the door for an hour. Or an afternoon. Do something that pulls you out of obligation and back into yourself.

Let’s make a commitment to put joy on the list—our list.

And in case you haven’t heard it lately:

You are important.
You are valuable.
You deserve joy.

You deserve a room of your own.

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Who Do You Want to Be?

What did you want to be when you grew up?

Nurse. Teacher. Doctor. Firefighter. Superhero.

I wanted to be famous.

Over the past few weeks, I asked many of my elderly patients what they had wanted to be when they grew up. The answers were varied: nurse, teacher, police officer, Coast Guard, neurologist. But when I followed up with why they chose those paths, the answers were almost identical.

They wanted to help people.

Suddenly, my childhood dream of fame felt a little… shallow.

Rethinking the Question

I started thinking more deeply about why I wanted to be famous.

I grew up poor, moved often, and felt like I didn’t have much of a voice. Famous people seemed to have everything I didn’t—security, belonging, and a way to be heard.

Did I think all of that consciously at twelve years old? Of course not.

But now I wonder if “What do you want to be when you grow up?” is really a proxy for a deeper question:

Who do you want to become?

The Rooms That Shape Us

Let’s pause and think about how many of us landed in our careers.

Teachers often want to share what they’ve learned.
Nurses may want to comfort and heal because they’ve seen how powerful that care can be.
Police officers may want to protect because they once felt unsafe.

If you think back to what you wanted to be when you grew up, can you see why you were drawn to it?

Did a lack of financial security lead you toward stability?
Did witnessing illness pull you toward healthcare?
Did feeling unseen create a desire to advocate or lead?

Our careers don’t come out of nowhere. They’re often born in rooms we don’t realize we’re still carrying with us.

Finding My Own Room

I spent most of my twenties searching.

I moved through restaurant kitchens, sales floors, bank lobbies, office cubicles—trying to find the room that felt like home. But the room that changed everything wasn’t one I chose.

It was a hospital room in Des Moines in 2001.

I was a waitress when I contracted meningitis. I lost several fingers and spent nearly a year recovering. Those hospital and recovery rooms were some of the hardest spaces I’ve ever been in. They were rooms where I lost parts of myself—literally—but they were also where something else quietly took shape.

After I recovered, I returned to waitressing to prove I could. And I did. But it wasn’t my dream. Neither were the many other roles I tried—bartender, furniture salesperson, receptionist, corporate trainer, graphic artist, loan officer, bank teller, car salesperson, restaurant manager.

I had been in so many rooms. None of them fit.

Years later, after many conversations with my husband about finding my “career,” occupational therapy came up. From the moment he said it, I knew.

Why wouldn’t I do that?

I could help people recovering from illness, injury, amputation. I could use my own experience—not as a liability, but as a bridge. Helping others gave meaning to what I had been through. It gave me a sense of power over something that once felt completely out of my control.

I had to go back to those hospital rooms to understand that they weren’t just places where bad things happened. They were rooms that shaped who I was becoming.

Ten years later, I still love my work. Some days are emotionally exhausting. But the work itself brings me real joy.

Finding Your Room

So why am I sharing all of this?

Because purpose and joy are deeply connected—and sometimes we lose one without realizing it.

If you’re working in a field you once felt excited about, ask yourself:

• Do I still feel connected to why I chose this?

• Can I go back to the room where that spark first appeared?

Sometimes joy fades not because the work is wrong, but because we’ve forgotten what pulled us to it.

If your work allows you to serve your purpose but the environment is toxic, that’s different. Some rooms are beautifully decorated but still wrong for us.

And if you aren’t working in your field at all—but you feel a pull toward something—start small. Take a class. Talk to someone who’s doing what you want to do. Find a mentor. Step onto the path, even if you can’t see the whole road yet.

Asking Better Questions

We often ask young people, “What are you going to school for?” or “What do you want to be?”

Maybe a better question is:
What purpose do you want to serve?

Providing financial stability and finding joy in your work are not mutually exclusive goals. If you’re struggling to find both, it may be time to do some soul-searching. Look honestly at your values. Listen to your heart. Pay attention to the rooms that shaped you.

They’re trying to tell you something.

Going Back to Move Forward

In my memoir, The Room to Be Brave: Sometimes the Way Forward Begins with Going Back (January 27, 2026), I explore how the rooms from our past—the painful ones, the shameful ones, the avoided ones—often hold the keys to understanding who we’re meant to become.

Sometimes we can’t find our purpose until we go back and heal the moments that taught us we weren’t worthy of having one.

Whether you’re feeling burned out, lost, or simply restless, it might be time to pause. Step outside. Put your feet in the sand or grass. Soak in the tub. Have dinner with a friend. Let your nervous system settle.

Then take a deep breath and ask yourself again:

What room do you want to be in? Who do you want to be?

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