FLIPPING THE SCRIPT

Here's a question that changes everything.

Not "Why is this happening TO me?"
but

"Why is this happening FOR me?"

Your kitchen floods.
A health challenge arrives.
Your son wants to drop out of college.

And life is asking you something.

I learned this the hard way.
For years, I played victim so subtly I didn't even recognize her.
She wore sophistication.
Called herself "realistic."
Showed up as scarcity, as exclusion, as the persistent ache of not enough.

Until I chose differently.

Until I started catching myself mid-story and began to ask:

What if this is happening FOR me?

That single shift cracked open an entirely new experience.

The illness forcing you to stop?
It's begging you to listen to what you've been silencing.

The child pulling away?
Life teaching you the sacred art of release.

Even the literal flood,
perhaps showing you pent up grief that needs to be released.

We are not victims of our circumstances.
We are being sculpted by them.

Every challenge is a question wrapped in friction.
Every ending is an invitation to trust what wants to be born.

When I remembered to ask this question, I was shown entirely new perspectives.
Given gifts I couldn't have received while gripping the old story.

Guidance doesn't arrive through forcing.
It comes through listening.
Through being.
Through allowing.

Every time I softened, life spoke.

Every time I unclenched my fist,
the path revealed itself as a whisper: This way, my love.

This is the work underneath the work.
Not fixing yourself.
But remembering the woman who has been waiting beneath all that doing.

You've done so much work.
Built all the bones.

Now it's time for the flesh to return.

So I'll ask you: What if your next step isn't forward, but inward?