Am I being pushed, pulled, or punked?

That’s the question that’s been echoing in my mind lately.

On paper, everything looks incredible.

Three bestselling books. A growing movement. A mission I believe in with every cell of my being.

And yet, something deep inside is making me pause.

Not collapse… not retreat… but pause.

Not lost, exactly… but questioning.

A bit paralyzed. A bit unsure of what the next chapter looks like.

And if I’ve learned anything on this journey, it’s this: times like these are not failures. They’re opportunities.

We spend so much of our lives trying to arrive somewhere.

We build, we achieve, we grow and then one day, we pause and ask,

“Is this still true for me?”

That question can feel uncomfortable, even disorienting.

But I’ve come to believe it’s one of the holiest moments we ever experience.

Because that’s the moment the author wakes up inside you.

As someone who believes that every one of us can rewrite our story, I see these questioning seasons as privileges.

Invitations to edit.

To realign.

To make the story honest again.

Ernest Hemingway said, “The first draft of anything is shit.”

And he was right.

The beauty of writing, and of living, is in the rewrite.

In considering what no longer fits and daring to write something better.

So when you feel lost or the path that used to make sense suddenly doesn’t, I invite you to pause.

Breathe.

And enjoy the gift of presence, the process of questioning and the inevitable recalibration that follows.

You are standing in the editing room of your own life.

This is the work of empowerment.

Not pretending to have all the answers, but staying curious enough to ask better questions.

Not forcing clarity, but allowing truth to emerge one line at a time.

If you’re in a season of re-writing — personally, professionally, or spiritually — trust it.

You are not broken.

You are becoming.

You are doing the brave work of authorship.

And someday soon, you’ll look back on this draft and see what it was really doing — making space for the story that was waiting to be told all along.