Finding Calm When Life Refuses to Go as Planned

Aug 14
4 min read

So to deviate from the last few weeks of raw, no nonsense, posts without sugar coating (yes they will be back...I promise), I have been having some feels. Mostly about letting go the grief that comes with it, and the incredible and the unexpected people I met on the way...so here goes!

There is a phrase that has been coming to me… and sticking in my head… the last few weeks, and that is “be patient and trust.”

It’s a simple whisper, but one that feels like it’s been riding the wind, circling me until I could no longer ignore it. And lately, the Universe seems to have taken that phrase as a personal challenge—handing me a series of tests to see if I really believe it.

Over the past few weeks, my world has gone in ebbs and flows. I was so incredibly blessed to have been able to be both a presenter and a reader at the Held by Sisters Women's Festival. I learned that I was finally ready to totally step out of my comfort zone. Not only did I speak in front of 30+ women, I also took an opportunity later that day to share at the open mic...and read out loud the first section of prose I have been writing. These words were not just knowledge like I usually share in classes and workshops, but intimate feelings that I have been slowly 'penning to paper' in order to work through experiences of my personal past. This was a depth like I have never publicly shared before. It was liberating. Between these opportunities and being able to give back to so many others in the form of readings and channeled guidance, amid the trees, nature, and some incredibly powerful and insightful women, this had me leaving the weekend in a state of gratitude I don't think I have ever felt before.

But sometimes ones plans crumble in absolute slow motion. The trip home was with a smile on my face and peace in my heart. Then... my SUV decided to give up the ghost... in the middle of essentially nowhere. What could have been just a logistical headache also became an emotional storm. I was reminded, in the most inconvenient way possible, how fragile our carefully laid schedules really are.

And yet, in that moment of disruption, there was kindness. The kind that’s quiet and human. Long story very short, to go with the unwavering support of my partner who was over 3 hours away, people I had never met offered help, solutions and a rental to get me back to Saskatoon. These strangers stepped in with simple gestures that made me feel seen. It was reassuring in a way I can’t fully put into words—proof that even when the road falls out from under you, there are hands willing to steady you. And often from those who come out pf no where. I got home safe and sound, to a well needed hug. I was ok...at least in that moment.

But here is the harder truth of the coming days: even with those moments of grace, I still felt alone at times. I was now faced with finding a new to me vehicle, dealing with the old one which was hundreds of kilometers away, and how to fund this endeavor. There were evenings when the silence in the room felt heavy. Times when the waiting felt endless, even though my rational mind knew everything would work out… just not when I wanted it to.

That’s the thing about patience—it’s not just about waiting. It’s about surrendering the illusion of control. It’s about trusting the space between “not yet” and “here it is.” And that space? It’s uncomfortable. It will poke at your fears. It will make you want to rush the process just to relieve the tension.

But rushing never grows the right fruit.

Patience, in times like these, is not passive—it’s active trust. It’s the courage to keep showing up, to keep breathing through the unknown, to keep tending your inner fire even when the outer world feels stuck. It’s the choice to stand still while the storm swirls around you, not because you’re frozen, but because you know moving too soon could take you off course.

Trust is the second half of that magic. Patience without trust is just restless waiting. Trust without patience is a flicker that burns out too quickly. But together, they create the fertile soil where transformation happens.

I took my time to research, and make some educated choices. I reached out family and friends for guidance, and I trusted. And all has worked out better and in a much smoother process than I ever could have fathomed.

Right now, the world is fast, loud, and demanding. It pushes us to act, to decide, to fix—and to do it all yesterday. But there’s another rhythm we can follow, one that’s older, wiser, and far more in tune with the truth of things. That rhythm says: you are not late. You are not behind. You are in the unfolding.

If you’re feeling restless right now, or like you’re stuck in the in-between—remember this: the space you’re in now is shaping you in ways you can’t yet see. The answers you’re waiting for are growing their roots. The opportunities you’re longing for are making their way toward you.

Be patient. And trust.

Because sometimes the Universe is simply taking the time to set the stage before you walk into your scene. And when you do… you’ll realize every second of waiting was part of the magic.

Blessings,

Shari

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