For years I chose the easy way out. Now I’m discovering that growth only happens when I step into discomfort. Small Dreams, Simple Desires I was never the type of person who had big dreams. Mine were always small, reachable desires that I thought would make me happy. When I was about 14, I remember wishing I could just make $10 per hour. At the time, that seemed like what adults made—enough to pay rent, buy nice clothes, and live a simple, normal life. I wasn’t thinking about owning a home, traveling, or starting a family. My idea of happiness was tied to doing just enough to get by. Choosing…