Navigating Life’s Little Twists

Today hasn’t gone quite how I imagined – but isn’t that life? Full of quiet intentions and unexpected waves.

The plan was simple: rest. I told myself I’d slow down around 3ish, listen to my body, give myself permission to just be. But somewhere between that promise and the hours unfolding, life had other plans.

The weight of today has been quietly pressing on my chest all morning. It’s been exactly one year since Raja’s funeral and cremation – a milestone that doesn’t come with neat closure or tidy feelings. Grief has a way of weaving itself into the corners of your day when you least expect it, doesn’t it?

I’ve felt low. My energy’s been heavy, my mood fragile. Even the small things, like following up about travel plans for Khushi’s 21st birthday or making decisions, have felt harder to hold. And I let myself feel it – I let the emotions rise, the tears fall, the quietness settle around me.

And amidst the ache, life – being life – continued weaving its strange dualities.

A lady from the Online Prosperity Show reached out, inviting me to be a guest on their podcast to share my voice on midlife. My latest article, The Small Summer Rituals That Bring Me Back to Myself, was published on Crunchy Tales. A few new brand collaborations are blooming quietly for my future Tiny House. My friends sent me messages, just holding space for me in their own gentle way.

And then, an email landed, cancelling the podcast interview we had planned, saying the energy didn’t feel aligned. That stung, I won’t lie. Rejection always lingers, even when we sense it’s not meant to be. And truthfully? I felt it too – something didn’t sit right during our chat. My gut whispered, but I tried to brush it aside.

Funny how the universe confirms what our intuition already knows.

But here’s the thing: I’m doing it anyway.

Not because I feel unwaveringly ready or brimming with confidence, but because that quiet, persistent whisper inside me refuses to let go. The pull toward something more aligned, something more me.

I show up – even when I’m bone-tired, when self-doubt lingers, when my efforts feel invisible. It’s not grand or dramatic. It’s raw, honest effort. The subtle, persistent strength no one sees, choosing again and again to move towards what feels true, even without applause or guarantees.

I’ve stopped waiting for perfect timing. Some days, just choosing to care, to stay invested, to breathe through the discomfort, is enough.

That quiet strength? It belongs to me.

And today, even in the ache, the fog, and the heaviness of remembering, I showed up for myself, for this tender life I’m still curating.

That’s the rhythm now. Soft. Steady. Real.

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