This weekend, I made a decision out of fear. Not fear of snow or ice exactly—but fear of losing control. The idea of being stuck for days without power or water stirred something old in me. A familiar anxiety about being trapped, unable to do what I needed when I needed to do it. So I acted. I thought through my options, chose what would steady me, and went to Destin for the weekend. Once we arrived, the shift was immediate. I felt safe. Not because everything was perfect—but because I knew I...