Navigating Life with a Broken GPS and a Whole Lotta Faith

Let me just say this upfront: if life came with a user manual, mine would’ve been written in invisible ink. And the GPS? Oh honey, it's the kind that reroutes you through all the potholes, construction zones, and detours labeled “Character Development.”

This past week, I had one of those days—you know the kind where you spill your coffee, lose your keys, and question your entire life path before 9 a.m. Somewhere between cleaning dog hair off my black pants with a lint roller that gave up on me and trying to log into an account I swore I had the password for, I had a realization: I am officially a grown woman who makes a to-do list just to feel accomplished for crossing off "shower."

But isn't that today's reality? We're out here trying to align chakras, stay hydrated, maintain mental health, pay bills, keep up with a thousand password resets, and still somehow remember to feed the sourdough starter we thought was a good idea in 2020. The pressure to "have it all together" is a full-time job, and frankly, I’m still looking for the HR department to file a complaint.

The Myth of the Perfect Timeline

Somewhere in my 30s, I decided I was behind in life. I thought I missed some cosmic train that all the other successful, married, spiritually enlightened women were riding. Meanwhile, I was sitting in the wrong station with a bag full of crystals, a journal full of affirmations, and a 3-day-old coffee in my hand.

But now? I’ve learned to embrace divine detours. Because sometimes the delay is the protection. Sometimes, the man you prayed for is the very one God blocked because he still communicates in GIFs and hasn't emotionally graduated from 2009.

Spiritual Wisdom, but Make it Sass

I tell my clients all the time: “You can sage the room, but if you invite the same nonsense back in, don’t blame the vibes—blame the guest list.”

We live in a time where toxic behavior gets excused with phrases like “I'm just being real,” when really, it's just being rude. There’s a difference between authenticity and using truth as a weapon. I’ve had to learn how to balance calling people in, not just calling them out. That's growth, baby.

Also, can we normalize not answering every text the moment it arrives? I love you, but unless your message is coming with a spa voucher or telling me Mercury’s finally out of retrograde, it can wait.

Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This

My mama used to say, “Some days you're the windshield, and some days you're the bug.” Well, lately, I’ve been the bug with a tiara—still showing up, just a little squished.

But I’ve also learned that the mess is part of the magic. You can have a meltdown and still be a healer. You can cry in your car and still lead with love. You can get it wrong 50 times and still be someone’s miracle on the 51st.

I always say: See it. Say it. Be it. And baby, I’ve seen a lot, said too much, and still managed to be a whole vibe anyway.

That’s the thing about this wild human experience — you think you’ve figured out how to do life, and then life pulls a plot twist worthy of a soap opera. One minute, you're vibing with your crystals and doing your affirmations, and the next, you're staring into the fridge like it’s going to give you the answers to your existential crisis.

Breaking News: Life Has Zero Chill

Here’s a recent gem: I walked into a room and forgot why I was there — three times. THREE. TIMES. I finally just said out loud, “If I’m here to spiritually cleanse the energy, show me a sign... because I forgot if I was coming in for my charger or to cry.”

It’s not just me, right? Between managing energy, navigating relationships, and pretending like I understand TikTok slang, life is a full-blown reality show and I’m just out here trying not to get voted off the island. While we’re being real — can we talk about how being “spiritually woke” doesn’t mean you won’t still want to slap somebody sometimes? Growth is knowing you could cut someone off but choosing instead to hit 'do not disturb' and burn sage in their honor.

A Word on Energy Vampires

Let me sip this tea and say it straight: I no longer explain myself to people who are committed to misunderstanding me. That’s a full-time job with no benefits and bad lighting.

2024 taught me that not everyone deserves access to you just because they have your number. We are no longer entertaining folks who drain our joy, question our intuition, or try to tell us who we used to be. Baby, that version expired — and like spoiled milk, it’s no longer in rotation.

Your peace is sacred. Protect it like it’s the last piece of cheesecake in the fridge.

Life: Live It. It’s a Wild Ride…

You know what makes this ride even wilder? The fact that we’re all winging it. No one has the answers. We’re just doing our best not to cuss out the universe when things don’t go our way — and still show up in gratitude like, “Thank you, Spirit, for this character-building moment I didn’t ask for.”

I’ve danced through heartbreaks, shouted affirmations in the shower, cried in parking lots, and smiled through it all like a woman who’s seen the storm and became the lightning.

And through every twist, every detour, every side-eye from the universe, I remind myself:

✨ See it. Say it. Be it.

✨ Own your truth. Walk your talk. Shine anyway.

✨ Life. Live it. It’s messy. It’s magic. And it’s all yours.

The Unexpected Magic of the Mess

The beauty of the journey is that the mess becomes the message. The very things I once wanted to hide — my flaws, my fumbles, my full-blown “what the hell am I doing?” moments — are what connect me to others. That’s the real ministry. Not the perfection, but the permission to be real.

So, to the woman reading this who’s doubting her glow because someone dimmed it: you are not too much. You are just finally enough for yourself. To the soul who feels behind: divine timing has no deadline... And to the seeker on the edge of something big, something scary, something real: leap. You’re not starting over — you’re starting from wisdom.

Reader Challenge:

Tell me — what’s your GPS reroute moment? That time life took a hard left, but you came out wiser, stronger, and with a story worth telling. Drop it in the comments. Let’s build a sisterhood of soul survivors who’ve mastered the art of showing up and shining anyway.

Closing Affirmation:

Today, I honor my pace, my path, and my peace. I release the need to perform and choose instead to be present, powerful, and a little bit petty if necessary.

Because being spiritually grounded doesn’t mean you can’t laugh at the chaos. It means you dance in it with fuzzy socks, a glass of wine, and a playlist that includes both Erykah Badu and Beyoncé.

Final Affirmation:

“I am not my past; I am my presence. I am not the storm; I am the calm it created. I see it. I say it. I BE it. And I’m ready for more.”

Until next time — stay grounded, stay glowing, and remember you don’t need all the answers. Just enough courage to take the next step. Because this wild ride? It was made for you.

With grace, grit, and good hair days ~ Lisa Dianne ~