~Recalculating Route... Please Hold~

Recalculating Route… Please Hold” That's exactly what I said to myself -- and it's exactly what happened~

You know what’s funny? When your GPS glitches out in the middle of nowhere, it doesn’t just leave you stranded — it keeps talking. Recalculating… Recalculating… Please proceed to the highlighted route. Like it still knows something you don’t. ... lol 😂

But what if that broken GPS isn't just a metaphor for life’s chaos — what if it’s actually the voice of Spirit, disguised in rerouted plans and faulty signals, gently nudging us to stop depending on external validation and start listening inward? (Does that sound familiar)?

That’s where I found myself. After years of being guided by goals, expectations, roles I thought I was supposed to play — wife, mother, daughter, healer, leader — I realized my inner navigation system had been drowned out. I was following someone else's coordinates. The terrain was unfamiliar because it was never mine to begin with.

So, what do you do when you’re miles off course, low on fuel, and surrounded by signs that make no sense?

...

You pull over!

That moment — my version of “pulling over” — came quietly. It wasn’t dramatic. It was a Wednesday. I was folding laundry and crying over a commercial. My GPS wasn’t just broken; it had been silenced. The old voice that once screamed directions at me — “Be more! Do more! Prove your worth!” — had gone eerily quiet. I stood there, socks in one hand, a soggy tissue in the other, and realized: I don’t even know where I’m trying to go anymore --and you see -- that was the most honest moment I’d had with myself in years.

The truth is that life doesn’t hand you a new map just because the old one led you astray. You have to create one. Mine started not with a new destination, but with a better question: Who am I when no one is watching?

When I stopped performing and started being, I found little pieces of the real me scattered along the roadside. Memories... Lessons... Sacred wounds and powerful moments I had dismissed. One by one, I picked them up and started stitching them together into a kind of intuitive compass — not a GPS, but a grounded, soul-led knowing.

The journey since then hasn’t been smooth. In fact, it’s been full of back roads and gravel and times I swore I was completely lost again. But there’s something sacred about being lost when you’re consciously lost — when you choose to wander a bit rather than blindly follow a path that doesn’t feel right. So, I have honestly discovered that all who wander are not lost~!

I began trusting silence over noise. Stillness over hustle. Gut feelings over logic. I leaned into the wild spaces of not knowing. I stopped demanding a destination and started honoring direction.

I discovered that Spirit doesn’t always give you turn-by-turn directions. Sometimes, it just hands you a flashlight and whispers, “One step at a time, beloved.”

I don’t know exactly where this road leads, but I’ve made peace with that. I’ve traded in the certainty of the GPS for the magic of the mystery. The map may be gone, but the compass within me is stronger than ever.

So, if you’re reading this from the passenger seat of your own detour, let me remind you — you’re not behind. You’re not broken. You’re not lost.

You’re just being recalibrated.

And sometimes, Spirit has to take us off the beaten path to lead us back to the place we never knew we always belonged.

 Closing Affirmation:

I trust the unfolding of my journey, even when the path is unclear. I release the need for perfect direction and embrace the wisdom of each step. My inner compass knows the way — and I am safe to follow it.

Until next time, keep walking, keep trusting, and always keep it real.

With love,

Lisa Dianne