The plan was perfect—on paper. But life doesn’t follow outlines. It interrupts. It reroutes. It breaks what we thought we needed to reveal what we actually do. I used to resist disruption. Now I see it as divine. The breaking is the blessing. The detour is the direction. Today, I stop clinging to the plan. I trust the pivot. I let the divine disruption do its work.
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