Trusting the Journey

There comes a moment—quiet, stubborn, sacred—when you just stop trying to control every damn thing.
You’ve done it all: the planning, the worrying, the 2 a.m. overthinking marathons.
And yet… life still moves in its own messy, mystical rhythm.

That’s where I landed not long ago—burnt out, tired, but strangely… open.
Not to the next plan. Not to the next hustle.
But to letting go.

And you know what?
Letting go didn’t feel like giving up.
It felt like exhaling.
Like finally unclenching your jaw after holding it for years.

Not long ago, I wrote a children’s book—Mouse’s Enchanted Adventures.
It’s filled with magic and mystery, but what surprised me most was how much Mouse’s story mirrored my own.
He didn’t know what was ahead. He just trusted his little paws and kept going.
And when the witch appeared—when fear knocked loud—he didn’t crumble.
He transformed.
He discovered he was a vampire cat with power he didn’t even know was his.

Maybe that’s what happens when we stop gripping the steering wheel and start floating down the river.
Maybe the magic shows up the moment we stop fighting the current.

I’ve come to realize—
Trust isn’t a destination. It’s a daily choice.
You trust the rejections.
The quiet days.
The doors that don’t open and the detours that don’t make sense.

You trust that what’s meant for you isn’t in a rush…
Because it knows exactly where you are.

This blog, my books, my late-night idea storms—
They’ve all been breadcrumbs.
Tiny sparks lighting a path I couldn’t fully see.
And honestly? I still can’t.
But I’m learning to breathe through that.

So if you’re in a season where everything feels uncertain…
If your plans fell apart or your dreams feel far away…

You’re not behind. You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.

And girl—
You’re doin’ just fine. 💫🕯️🐾