Plans shifts

 I don’t always get to decide what happens. Plans shift, people change, and sometimes everything feels just a little bit out of reach. 

I’ve had days where things moved without warning—where what I hoped for didn’t show up, or what I feared came too close. And yet, even in the middle of that uncertainty, something steady holds. Maybe it’s the way a familiar voice can ground me, or how sunlight still finds the same corners of my room no matter what kind of day I’ve had.

I won’t always know what’s coming next. None of us do. But I do believe this—happiness exists, not as something we chase, but as something that shows up in the middle of everything else. It finds its way into ordinary afternoons, quiet laughs, shared glances, or the relief of just making it through. And when it does, I want to be there. I want to notice it, hold it for a second, and let it remind me that even without control, there’s still something beautiful waiting.