Journal Entry 16 – “The Answer I Was Forcing”

I kept trying to find the right question.
The one that would make this season make sense.

But I realized… I wasn’t missing a question.
I was forcing an answer.

An answer that fit someone else’s timeline.
An answer that looked good on paper.
An answer that didn’t feel like mine.

So I stopped.

I let the uncertainty hum in the background.
I let the not-knowing stretch its legs.
I let the pressure go quiet… for now.

And in the stillness, something softer arrived:

“What if clarity isn’t loud?
What if it whispers — only after you rest?”

🖋️ Question:

“What answer have I been forcing?”
“What would it feel like to let it unfold instead?”