Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle đ) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
When the âplanâ no longer fits
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Reader, weâre taught from a young age that safety comes from sticking to the plan. The map feels comforting: dotted lines, clear markers, a ârightâ way forward. But hereâs the thing, babe: the map was drawn by someone else. Parents. And while it might have guided them, it was never meant to chart your unique path. Thatâs why your body starts to rebel. You wake up with a heaviness in your chest before heading into the job that âshouldâ make you happy. You picture the house, the relationship, the future youâre buildingâand instead of excitement, you feel dread. Thatâs your compass saying, wrong way. Discernment is the courage to fold up the map, even when your hands are shaking. To say, Iâd rather get lost on my own path than arrive safely at a destination that was never mine. The moment you trust your compass, new doors appear. The territory shifts. Possibilities multiply. Because your future isnât built from a checklist, itâs carved from every brave choice to honor what feels right instead of what looks right. ⨠At Sacred Circle, we witness each other in that in-between space: where the old map no longer fits and the new path hasnât fully revealed itself. Together, we remind each other that listening inward is not reckless; itâs revolutionary. Question to ponder this week: If you stopped following "the map", where would your compass point you today? Sending you on your way, |
Jess Leone
Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle đ) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
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