So, It Didn't Work Out ... Now What? [Hint: We Don't Die, We Rebrand]
You know what’s wild? Change. Like actual change. Not the cute, Instagrammable “new year, new me” energy, but the unexpected plot twist that makes you stare at the ceiling at 2 a.m. like you're in a dramatic Netflix series called “This Wasn’t the Plan, Universe!!”
Let’s talk about those moments when life takes your carefully arranged puzzle pieces, throws them in the air, and says, “Nah, babe. New picture.” Whether it’s your body not bodying like it used to, emotions swinging like it’s a hormonal Olympics, your wallet doing the cha-cha slide into the red zone, or relationships that go from “you’re my soulmate” to “don’t even breathe near me”—change is inevitable.
And spoiler alert: It rarely asks for permission.
The Plot Twist That Didn’t Crush Me (This Time)
So, here's my little slice of humble pie. Recently, I had this plan—oh baby, it was beautiful. I was manifesting, praying, journaling, aligning my chakras, and possibly bribing the universe with good vibes and herbal tea.
I had this thing I really believed in. It looked like the perfect next step. I had mapped out how it would play out, how it would feel, how I’d celebrate when it all came together. I even pre-wrote the “told y’all” caption for Instagram.
And then?
WOMP.
It didn’t happen. The universe said, “Sweetheart… no.” But the funny thing is: I wasn’t shattered. Just... mildly salty. Like, “wow, really? After all that manifestation and me being a good person?” But deep inside? I wasn’t broken. Not even close.
Why? Because Growth Isn’t Always Glamorous
It took me YEARS to realize this: not everything that falls apart is a tragedy. Sometimes, it’s just a plot redirection. And these moments? They’re not meant to destroy you. They’re meant to refine you.
The body changes? Aging is real. I used to run on 4 hours of sleep and still glow. Now, if I blink too long, I wake up with back pain.
The emotional shifts? Sometimes I cry because my fries got soggy. Other times I’m stone cold during a life crisis. Balance.
The financial rollercoaster? I’ve been both the girl who treats everyone to lunch and the one who’s praying the M-Pesa reversal goes through before the merchant sees the message.
And relationships? Don’t get me started. I’ve loved deeply. I’ve ignored red flags like they were carnival decorations. I’ve also healed and learned to walk away with grace... and the playlist I made for our future wedding, deleted.
Here’s the Thing: What You Deserve is Still Out There
Sometimes the delay is the blessing. Sometimes the rejection is the protection. I truly believe that when things don’t work out, it’s not because we’re cursed or unworthy. It’s because the BEST stuff takes a little longer to find its way to us.
So, what do we do when plans fall apart?
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Cry a little. It’s healthy.
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Rant to your best friend. Or your journal. Or your dog.
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Rewatch your comfort show.
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Eat that snack guilt-free.
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But then? Pick yourself up, dust off the disappointment, and get back in the game.
Because babe, the life you dream of? The love you deserve? The abundance you seek? It’s still out there. And maybe—just maybe—the universe is busy making sure it’s actually right this time.
Final Words from a Recovering Control Freak
I still plan. I still dream big. But I’ve learned to hold those dreams loosely. Because when one door closes, it’s usually because the universe is building me a whole glass house with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view I hadn’t even imagined.
Stay hopeful. Stay silly. Stay soft. Be open to change, even the uncomfortable kind. Because when you stop gripping onto the past or what “should’ve” worked, your hands are free to catch something even better.
And trust me—I’ve got a good feeling this next plot twist? It’s going to be a game changer.

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