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Chapter 12 - Chapter eleven: THE COURAGE TO CHOOSE

aroma of breakfast filled the dorm kitchen. A group of students—Lydia, Sarah, and Tasha—joked over scrambled eggs, their laughter spilling across the room. I lingered by the counter, thinking about the invitations that had piled up in my inbox—movie night with Lydia and Tasha, a group hangout Sarah had organized, and even the campus drama club that promised recognition and excitement. Normally, I would have said yes to everything, eager to belong.

Instead, I stopped. I closed my phone and took a deep breath. Which of these truly aligns with who I want to become? I realized that courage was not in grand gestures, but in small, deliberate choices.

By afternoon, I walked past the campus fair, music and laughter spilling into the streets. I saw Daniel and his friends tossing a frisbee, and I felt a pang of longing to join them. Part of me ached to feel carefree, to laugh without thought. But I had committed to helping Mrs. Nansubuga's literacy program with my women's group, tutoring younger students struggling with reading. I felt a flicker of pride as I guided them through letters and words, their excitement brighter than any fairground lights.

Later, my phone rang. It was Lydia. "Annie! Come on, the movie's starting! Don't be such a bore!"

I hesitated but answered with calm resolve. "I can't tonight, Lydia. I have the tutoring session. Maybe next time?"

A brief pause followed. Then Lydia sighed, half-annoyed, half-understanding. "Okay… if you say so."

I hung up and felt a quiet thrill. Choosing myself did not make me unkind—it made me brave. I realized something essential: every small decision to honor my values was a declaration of my own worth.

That night, I sat by my desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, and smiled at the quiet sense of accomplishment that filled the room. Each choice, no matter how ordinary, was a step toward alignment with who I truly wanted to become. And as I closed my journal, a thought settled softly in my mind: the courage to choose is not the absence of fear, but the decision to act in spite of it.

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