Life has a way of throwing curveballs at us when we least expect it. Yesterday, I got some news that wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for. At first, it hit me hard—I felt that familiar weight in my chest, the kind that makes it tough to take a deep breath. It wasn’t catastrophic, but it was enough to shake me a little and remind me that not everything goes according to plan.
But after a few deep breaths and a quiet moment to think, I realized something: this doesn’t have to define me. Setbacks, bad news, disappointments—they’re all part of the journey. And as much as I would’ve loved for things to go differently, I know that I’m stronger than this bump in the road.
What really helps me through times like this are the people around me. The encouraging texts, the late-night calls, the “you got this” messages—they mean more than words can explain. Sometimes it takes being reminded by others that even if today feels heavy, tomorrow can still be lighter. I’m grateful for those who lift me up and remind me that I’m not walking this path alone.
So yeah, it’s not the best news. It stings, and I won’t pretend it doesn’t. But I also won’t let it steal my joy or stop me from moving forward. We’re allowed to feel disappointed and still keep our heads up. We’re allowed to acknowledge the pain while also choosing hope.
At the end of the day, I know we’re going to be alright. Maybe not instantly, maybe not easily—but we will. This moment isn’t the whole story, just a chapter. And when I look back later, I hope I’ll see it as the part that made me stronger, more grateful, and more determined.
So for now, I’m holding on tight, pushing forward, and keeping faith. It’s not the best news, but we gonna be aight. 💪❤️
