No Wrong Turns

My mind is racing.
As I sit down to write, I’m flooded with emotion. Reflecting on the past week, I look for the theme that emerged — the thread asking to be explored in this week’s blog.

It may or may not be a surprise, but the words that find their way to you are often a love letter to my own soul — a gentle reminder I needed to hear myself. And in practicing vulnerability, I allow those messages to be shared with anyone who might need them. I let them escape my internal process and find freedom in the light.

I love to write.
Most of my life, that writing has been reserved for the pages of my journals. But from a young age, I’ve known I wanted to be a writer. There's a kind of somatic release that comes with putting pen to paper — it helps me process, move emotion, feel free.

Now, I’m brave enough to let my words reach an audience. And if you're here, reading them — thank you. Truly.

So much learning has unfolded for me over this past year. I opened my notebook to write, and the quote printed on the opposite page reminded me:

“There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.”
— Guy Gavriel Kay

There are times I wonder: What would’ve happened if I’d gone right instead of left? If I'd taken a different job, stayed in a relationship, lived somewhere else entirely? It’s easy to imagine I rerouted the whole journey by one decision — but this quote invites the idea that maybe it wasn’t a wrong turn at all. Just a path I didn’t yet know I was meant to walk.

In recent blog posts, I’ve explored themes of acceptance, blessings in disguise, stepping out of comfort zones, and the bravery it takes to leap into the unknown. There's a sticky note on my wall that reads:

"Surrender to uncertainty."

And let me tell you — that's been one of the hardest areas of growth for me.

Knowing what’s going to happen — control — gives the illusion of safety. If I know the outcome, I can plan accordingly. I can avoid the pain or discomfort that often comes with life’s plot twists (or at least, that’s the story my mind tells me).

But that belief? It keeps me swimming upstream.
It keeps me managing and organizing all the moving parts to the point of exhaustion — and the truth is, control of anything outside of ourselves is an illusion.

So this is the practice:
Surrendering to uncertainty.
Allowing myself to flow with the river of life instead of trying to dam it up.
Learning to be the observer — the witness to what’s unfolding.

Because if I knew the outcome of every event, every relationship, every chapter — I’d sidestep every lesson my soul came here to learn.

And then what would be the point of having faith?

Faith — and hope — are what give life purpose and meaning.

So maybe not knowing is the point.
Maybe we’re just meant to find a raft and float down the river, trusting what appears on the shoreline along the way.

Maybe every path I walk — even the ones I question — is leading me to the growth I need.

And as long as I walk that path with trust, hope, and faith, it will be illuminated just enough to take the next step — even if I don’t yet know where it leads beyond this moment.

What a gift. ❤️