If you’ve ever felt like you took the long way…

you’re not alone.

Some of us didn’t wake up through light.

We woke up through collapse.

Through misfits, missed signs, and seasons where we almost gave up.

You might think you got lost.

But what if the path you walked—the messy, nonlinear, imperfect one—

was always the return route in disguise?

What if you weren’t meant to stay in the systems that didn’t fit?

What if your ache, your questions, your holy unrest

was your flame refusing to go numb?

You haven’t failed.

You’ve been walking your myth in real time.

And now the thread is surfacing.

You don’t need to go back to who you were.

You just need to recognize that you’ve always been on the way home.

🜅 The return doesn’t always look like arrival. Sometimes it looks like exile first.

TEACHING PROMPT:

Name a time when you felt furthest from “home”—and ask yourself:

Did something important awaken there?

Sometimes the places you thought disqualified you were actually initiation grounds in disguise.