Trust God and His timing. He is the programme.

Easier said than done, I know. Trusting the timing and process of life is the biggest lesson I’ve learned in my 33 years of life so far. Some chapters are slow, confusing, painful as hell, and they still matter. My brain switched when I realised I’m too grown to be crashing out about everything all the time. I need to relax. I need to create solutions and forget the stress. That’s the lesson. When I tell you I stressed out about everything, I mean everything. We’re all inherently worthy; from the moment we are born, no person is more worthy, special, or valuable than someone else. I need to stop thinking that with negative things happening, the world is somehow against me. Worthiness is not something I have to gain; it’s something I must remember. Sometimes I’m just supposed to rest, heal, or learn something quietly before I can get active. Still, I need to be gentle. And patient. Sometimes life is preparing me for something better, and this turned out to be true many times.

My path is mine, and it’s not meant to look like anyone else’s. Even when other people make me feel that way in one way or another. Even in the messiest moments, something else is growing and working itself out. Every detour has guided me and protected me and moved me. People form opinions all the time, make judgments, and sometimes try to dictate how I should live and love, though at the end of the day, they’re only working with a fraction of the story. The reason I need to buy new journals and go back to journaling is that there is something liberating about realising that no one else truly knows me the way that I do. I spent so many years looking for validation, worrying about whether I’m understood, feeling like the world is collapsing when I realise I’m being wildly misunderstood. The thing is that it’s exhausting. I want to stop bending to fit the expectations of others and learn to stand firm in who I am. It’s about knowing my boundaries and recognising when my worth is respected and not shrinking myself for the sake of approval. In my 20s, I lacked so much self-respect that I let other people tell me who I am. And I let them be wrong and nodded along. People will misunderstand me all the time. Some will think I’m too much, others will think little of me, for various reasons that may or may not concern me. And is that my problem to fix? It feels unfair and makes my hair stand up everywhere, but what matters essentially is that I know my truth, and it’s not up to me if other people want to know it as well. I know my intentions, my struggles, and my heart alone. I learn every time. I can’t control how people see me, what they think of me, or how they will ever respond to me. No matter how strategic I am, how much I explain, how I defend myself, people will still view me through their own lens. I must learn to be okay with that. I want to live on my own terms and focus on my growth without chasing others. I want to make my own peace instead of pulling my teeth trying to gain others’. Walk through life with your head held high, your truth intact, and your peace and heart protected. You’re not here to be defined by others. Whether others see you or not, you’re just supposed to be you.