I changed my mind… Again.

If changing your mind burned calories, I’d be shredded.

One minute I’m convinced I want the quiet life. The next, I want chaos and cowboy boots and a road trip with no return date.

I make a plan. I love the plan. I romanticize the plan. I abandon the plan. I make a new one.

Sometimes I feel passionate. Driven. Certain. Other times I stare at my ceiling and Google things like “should I move to Wyoming or just eat a snack?”

And yeah, it gets exhausting. I used to think changing my mind meant I was flaky. That I wasn’t grounded enough. That everyone else was out here following through and I was over here rebranding my entire personality based on how good my coffee tasted that morning.

But you know what I’ve learned?

Changing your mind doesn’t mean you’re lost. It means you’re growing. It means you’re paying attention… you’re noticing… you’re really seeing. It means you’re willing to pivot when something doesn’t feel right anymore. It means you tried something. You sat with it. And you were honest enough to say, “Actually… maybe not.”

That’s not weak. That’s brave.

And then… Sometimes… After all the maybes, you stumble into that one thing. The thing that doesn’t feel like a phase or a fling. It feels like home…  something you can settle into and build a life in and around.

That doesn’t mean you suddenly stop evolving or second-guessing or having three identity crises before lunch. But it does mean you’re not wandering anymore. You’re walking, on purpose.

So if you’ve changed your mind (again), good. You’re not stuck. You’re not boxed in. You’re allowed to course-correct. You’re allowed to dream in drafts. Just don’t be surprised when all that shifting finally settles into something solid. You’ll know it when you feel it. And when it does?

Lean in.

We’re not supposed to stay the same. That’s the whole point of life… Trying things, changing things, learning as you go.

So go ahead. Change your mind. Again. You’re doing just fine and I’m right there with you!