Intentionally Unintentional

I didn’t plan the breakthrough.

Didn’t circle it on a calendar

or chant it into being.

It came like most holy things do—

mid-chaos.

Unscheduled.

Inconvenient.

Growth never knocked.

It just let itself in

while I was still cleaning up

the last version of me.

I didn’t mean to survive this gracefully.

Didn’t mean to forgive like that.

Didn’t mean to stay soft

after all that slicing.

But somehow—

my hands kept catching what tried to fall through them.

My name kept ringing

even when I stopped introducing myself.

And peace…

kept showing up

dressed like confusion.

Nothing happened the way I wanted.

But everything arrived

exactly on time.

So now—

I stop trying to choreograph healing.

I let the silence do the singing.

I let the detour draw the map.

Because maybe

this was the plan

the whole time.

To fall into purpose

without needing

permission.