If it’s meant to be it will be … is this an excuse for detachment… a Santa clause saying to keep us finding hope in the unknown … or … do you believe that your higher power has a plan for you , truly . I haven’t felt that friendly… people are actually horrible. I have to walk into a situation that was very clearly the start of an altercation It’s a time of year that is not my favorite … And I feel like life is feeling more like the Truman show of scripted bs and nothing organically real… Not sure what I believe anymore . I quit all my things and modified my life to fit real job and real money that I don’t have to compromise for . Tomorrow I have a meeting with someone about being a human trafficking advocate , and I haven’t wanted to be involved in something so much in a long time . I was thinking about going to Sedona , and to solidify my feeling “good to go” outside of all the adversity I’ve had going to the things already , it’s easy to travel , and some are less helpful in arrangements … So I applied for another opportunity there . To see if it would solidify the pull for me to to go , since it’s a lot of resources and energy . I have things coming up that i feel like give me a break from all the trying to be my own boss . What’s meant to be … Fingers crossed it starts happening in undeniable ease

Had another meeting with a family member today who walked into the room carrying enough dramatic energy to power a small village. You know the type: Every sentence was a plot twist. Every concern somehow became about them. Every solution mysteriously transformed into a TED Talk called “Why I Am the Victim, the Hero, and the Director of This Entire Movie.” 🎬 At one point, I’m pretty sure my nervous system left my body, grabbed popcorn, sat in the corner, and whispered: “This meeting deserves subtitles and a warning label.” 🍿 Meanwhile, my mind had already drafted a beautifully savage speech with enough spice to season an entire family reunion for the next three generations. 🌶️ And the funniest part? I still can’t stop laughing remembering some of the terms my brain came up with during the internal monologue. Absolutely legendary. Absolutely inappropriate. Absolutely staying unpublished for legal and spiritual reasons. 😁 Meanwhile, the meeting was running. Netflix-level storytelling. Ancient prophecy-level guilt trips. Olympic-grade emotional gymnastics. I realized something: Some people don’t enter conversations to communicate. They enter like raccoons in a kitchen at 2am. Pure noise. Tiny hands. Destructive confidence. 🦝 Yes, shit happens. Always. And somewhere, at every hour of the day, a shitty person is backstage rehearsing for their next emotional theater production. 🎭 Still… the choice is mine: Join the circus or keep my rhythm. Sure, reacting would’ve been wildly satisfying for about 12 seconds. But the aftermath? Pure administrative chaos with bonus regret paperwork. 🫠 So I stayed aligned with my purpose, kept my energy clean, and behaved accordingly. Growth is realizing that not every invitation deserves my performance. ✨ Other people’s storms don’t get automatic ownership of my peace anymore. They can arrive carrying emotional flamethrowers and confusion confetti, but I no longer volunteer to become the haunted house they decorate. 🏚️✨ 🪄Conclusion of the day:

Every day, life delivers us a brand-new fear. Sometimes it’s: “Speak honestly.” Sometimes it’s: “Try again.” Sometimes it’s: “Open up emotionally instead of replying with ‘haha yeah’ and disappearing into the woods spiritually.” Fear always shows up with a clipboard and a dramatic speech. Like it’s the owner of our destiny. But somewhere along the journey, we begin to realise something powerful: We are not here to eliminate fear. We are here to stop letting it drive the bus while we sit in the back eating anxiety-flavoured trail mix.😅 “Choose a fear every day and teach it who’s in charge.”💪 Not through force. Not through pretending we have everything figured out. But through one brave little step at a time. Because the objective is not becoming fearless. It’s becoming present enough to walk forward while fear complains beside us like an overcaffeinated tour guide. And strangely… the Universe seems to reward movement more than perfection. Every time we do the scary thing anyway, life whispers: “Finally. There you are.”😃 So maybe today is the day we: Send the message. Start the project. Set the boundary. Trust ourselves a little more. Fear can come along for the walk if it wants. But from now on… we choose the direction. 🌲✨