Life is What Happens While You're Making Other Plans

It seems the best intentions always backfire, at least for me.
The past 8 months have brought so much heartache and change that I had to step away just to figure out how to move forward… again.

I’m tired. Not in the physical sense, but in that deep, spiritual way that settles into your bones when life keeps shifting beneath your feet. I’ve spent so much time trying to do the right thing for others, for the future, for the version of me I thought I was supposed to be. But lately, I’ve been wondering if the “right” thing isn’t always what’s true for me.

So I stepped back. From people, from pressure, from the noise. I needed space to grieve, not just people I’ve lost, but the dreams that slipped through my fingers. The parts of me that no longer fit. The identity I wrapped around being “strong” when really, I just didn’t know how to fall apart safely.

And yet… here I am. Still standing, even if a little bruised.
Still choosing to keep going, even when I don’t have a map.
Still believing in something. In healing. In time. In myself.

There’s beauty in rebuilding. It’s quiet, and often lonely, but honest. And honesty is something I’m clinging to more fiercely these days.

I don’t have the answers. I’m not trying to pretend I do. But I am trying to meet myself where I am with compassion and grace. With the belief that even in this mess, I am becoming.

So tonight, I light a candle. I sit with the silence.
And I remind myself that starting over isn’t the end.
It’s a new beginning I didn’t see coming. And maybe that’s okay.