You'll always find your way back home

There are days when I look around and it seems like everyone else is on the right path. I scroll through social media and see engagement announcements, wedding photos, baby posts. Everyone looks so happy, and their lives look so full. They’re doing life ‘right’—following the manual. Meanwhile, here I am—sitting alone on a Sunday (as I do almost every Sunday)—envisioning a life I want but that still feels so far out of reach. The things I want to do, the people I want to meet, and the person I want to become all feel so clear in my mind—but almost impossible to attain.

I long for the day when I no longer have to worry about building a future or being financially secure enough to simply live. And yet, I wonder…when I finally get there, will it be enough? Or will I find myself longing for the nostalgia of the hustle—those scrappy, chaotic days of trying to make everything work?  

There’s nothing more fulfilling to me than posting a blog that feels like 100% of what I’m thinking. Raw. Real. Unfiltered. But a few moments after I hit publish, my brain’s already spinning with what comes next—because I can’t seem to sit in the satisfaction of the moment. My inner monologue kicks in like clockwork: Now is not the time to slow down. You’ve got posts to write and a brand to build. Rest is for people who don’t want it bad enough. You better work, bitch.

I’ve spent most of my life thinking about the future. My mind is always ten steps ahead of my heart. My heart wants me to slow down and smell the roses, while my mind is packing for a destination it hasn’t been invited to yet. I’m never satisfied with where I am or what I have. There’s a part of me that doesn’t believe I’ll ever feel complete unless I check off every item on an imaginary list—one I keep adding to as soon as I get close.  

Sometimes I stop and wonder: if I keep living like this—rushing toward a future I haven’t met—how will I recognize a good moment when it’s right in front of me? Whether it’s big or small, I risk missing it entirely if I’m always wishing for something better.

So maybe the truth is… you never really know if you’re headed in the right direction. I don’t think there’s such a thing as a “wrong turn.”

If you take the road that seems right, you’ll still face obstacles—because no path is perfect. If you take the road that seems wrong, you’ll probably learn a hell of a lot along the way. You’ll build resilience, clarity, and the kind of quiet confidence that only comes from trying.

I sometimes look back at the wrong roads I took with regret. If only I had done this differently. If only I had seized that opportunity more. Maybe then my life would be different. But if I hadn’t chosen the path I did, I wouldn’t be exactly where I am now: healthy, sober, clear-minded—with two of the best cat babies in the world and a future where I can do or be anything I want.

At the end of the day, we’re all going to be okay. If you’re reading this and you’re still breathing, we’ve made it this far. All those times we thought the world was ending or that we were going to lose everything—we’re still here, still pushing forward. It’s one of my favorite traits of the human experience, and something we all share: we’re built to survive, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep our heads above water.

The universe won’t lead you astray. I truly believe that if you do the work, stay humble, and be curious, your life will bloom in ways you never saw coming. You just have to stay open to the experience.

This is your reminder to try—gently, imperfectly—to stay present. Keep choosing yourself. Be open to life’s little whispers.

They will lead you where you need to go.