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The Day I Let Go of What Made Me

A watercolor and ink illustration: a woman standing on a Caribbean beach at dusk, gently setting a vintage studio microphone down on a wooden post, turning toward a wide open horizon where a small sailboat catches the last golden light

I remember the moment clearly. After nearly a decade and 400+ episodes, I heard something I didn’t expect, in the middle of doing what I loved: a podcast interview. Not applause. Not a new guest pitch. A quiet, unmistakable confirmation from God: It’s time to lay this down.

The Entrepreneurial You podcast had become the main part of my identity. The #JamaicanPodcastQueen was not just a title — it was me. It opened doors, built communities far beyond the shores of Jamaica, and put a small island nation on the global podcasting map. Walking away from it felt like walking away from myself.

But courage (and trust in God), I’ve learned, isn’t always about charging forward. Sometimes it’s about the hardest kind of obedience — releasing what you’ve built with your own hands because you trust that what’s ahead requires both of them to be free.

I had to have the most difficult conversation of my leadership life — with myself. No performance gap to address, no conflict to mediate. Just me, my faith, and the terrifying clarity that staying would be comfortable, and leaving would be right.

So I let go.

What followed wasn’t a loss. It was liberation. New assignments emerged, and the work I was already doing grew deeper. That’s what values-based decision-making looks like from the inside. It’s not a framework on a whiteboard. It’s a late-night wrestling match between your résumé and your calling — and choosing your calling anyway.

Leadership courage isn’t reserved for boardrooms or crisis moments. Sometimes it shows up quietly, asking you to trust what (and Who) you cannot yet see.

And when it does — lead with grace.

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