Let It Unfold
UNFILTERED MUSING 02
I am sitting here with a pug nestled on my lap and a cozy hoodie draped over my head, soft sounds from the Writing Playlist on Spotify play through my Bluetooth speaker. The air is rich with the scent of incense, warmth wrapping around me like an old friend. Snug on this cheetah-print chaise we found on the side of the road (yes, welcome to this life), I feel present—yet my mind drifts.
Physically, I’m here in Lexington, Kentucky, but all I keep thinking about are the waters in Eastern Europe. The softness of the sea in Croatia—the stillness as the water wrapped around me to float. No resistance. Just coexisting.
What a feeling—to be fully myself and my softness held by something as powerful as the ocean. Stepping into the water wasn’t forced — it was accepting and inviting. There wasn’t resistance, there was stillness and a feeling of warmth. The same feeling as seeing blooms on a tree in March, or the taste of a strawberry pie in the summertime. Why can’t all things feel like warmth?
Or maybe the better question is—why do we continue choosing what isn’t?
This season is teaching me that I’ve been resisting, pushing, and forcing elements into place to reach my goals. But the seas of Eastern Europe are whispering a different truth: to stop forcing and start trusting.
Just like the waves in Greece—my wife and I sat beneath a straw tent, watching them roll onto the shore. It was as if they knew the exact moment to rise, turn over, and surrender to the sand.
Life moves the same way. Spirituality, nature, animals, people, time—they all have a rhythm, a natural unfolding.
And time, like the ocean, can’t be forced. The waves come when they come and leave when they must. We don’t question their timing; we just take them in and let them be.
So here’s to allowing our dreams and goals to unfold like waves—arriving at the shore exactly when they’re meant to.
May we learn that when we catch ourselves trying to hold a wave on the sand, that’s the perfect moment to let it go.
Your hopes, your dreams—they are whispers, potential rising like the sun over the horizon. And just as we don’t rush the tide, may we stop rushing our lives.
Continue to rise. Continue to surrender. Continue to BE.
Rooting for you,
JESS
