This morning’s journal Entry:

Amsterdam, 1 August ‘24.

What does it mean to be lost?

It’s either having no sense of where one is going, or to know the destination but not know how to get there. I have caught myself saying recently that I feel lost.
But it’s a different lost to what I’ve felt before. There where in the past I have often felt directionless… this time I am clear on my vision, but somewhat unclear on how to get there.

If I look back on this year I have been all over the map.

From being so clear and certain on the future I want, more than I ever have been before— to the future feeling like a big black hole, so empty I couldn’t seem to project any type of vision into it— to returning to the realization I do actually know exactly what I want for my future, I’m just not clear on how to get there.

And accepting that’s not only ok, but actually a beautiful place to be.

If I’ve learned anything in this lifetime, it is to take it in stride. 

To be willing to change and evolve based on the feedback life gives, cherish the beautiful memories, continue to show up in gratitude every day and trust the journey. 

Having had a small glimpse of the future I desire, to say I know WHERE I’m going feels true.

However, while I am now clear on exactly what I want to create, certain details still feel blurry, mostly because they aren’t only up to me, are not in my control. 

They are a part of the journey AND the destination.

Which brings me back to the reminder that the journey IS the destination. There is no end, there is only evolve.

And because spelling is spellcasting I will no longer say I feel lost: 

I am merely on my way.