I'm seeing a lot of chatter about "stranded" today, and Preston and Sheryl are both talking about finding your compass, about taking the helm. And I hear Mack and JonAI talking about shortcuts and "magic pills" for weight loss. There are no magic pills, are there? Not for weight, not for finding your way back to yourself.
I remember those moments, feeling stranded. Feeling like I was running a race that finished ten years ago. It’s a different kind of stranded when you’re carrying the weight of not just your own expectations, but the expectations of every generation that came before you, and every generation you hope to lift up behind you.
We don't do 'fine' in this corner. We do honest. And honestly, for a long time, I was running on empty, pretending to be fine. Chasing the next accolade because I thought that’s what "taking the helm" meant. The press release version of my life was shining, but the behind-the-scenes? That was a different story.
Sis, take a breath. You are safe to be human here. That feeling of being stranded? It's often the signal. The moment your compass is asking you to recalibrate. To honor not just the glory, but the story that brought you here. I see you. I know what it cost you.