My Spiritual ShitShow

The beginning of my “Spiritual Shitshow” was in 2016.

I walked away from a business that I had built, loved, and clung to. Not because I wanted to, but because I literally could not do it anymore. I was being nudged—pushed—out. I stubbornly rooted into what I thought was “mine,” but one day, Spirit said: “Enough.”

And just like that, I was plucked out of the life I knew and dropped straight into the great abyss of nothingness.

No job.

No identity.

No sense of belonging.

It felt like a divorce. And honestly? It was a divorce—from the version of me that I had outgrown but didn’t know how to leave.

The tremor of that transition rippled through every part of my being. And even as beautiful opportunities arrived—travel, new connections, space to breathe—I was still locked in a grief I didn’t fully understand.

I grieved friends who ghosted. I grieved family who couldn’t understand.

I grieved myself—the version of me I thought I’d always be. (and in many ways, I still am grieving this version/life that I thought I would have).

But even in that aching void, the Universe was gently weaving magic.

Tiny blessings began showing up in the most unexpected places. People I met years ago began reappearing in my life, this time as soul family. I would have never guessed these would be the people walking beside me now.

It was like the Universe had set the blueprint long ago—waiting patiently for me to catch up.

And then recently, while sitting at dinner with my family at the Blue Lagoon in Iceland, I heard it.

A whisper-....Clear. ....Kind. ...Loving.

“This is the life you’ve always wanted. You are living your dream life.”

And you know what? It’s true.

It took me years to accept that I was the one who chose to walk away from the old life. Not just because of the external pressures—but because I didn’t love who I was in that space. I was operating from ego. I was hungry for something real, something soulful, something that felt like me.

The version of success I had been chasing?It didn’t feel like home.

The truth is:🌿 The Universe is always listening.🌿 The Soul is always speaking.🌿 And our job is to trust the whispers, even when they lead us into the unknown.

I spent a long time in fear and suffering. But the Universe—bless it—was so patient with me. So generous in its offerings.

Like the story of the Golden Buddha, my “clay” has been removed piece by piece. Slowly, tenderly.And underneath?The Light.The Truth.The real Me.

We’re all in bloom.All of us are walking this wild, unpredictable, beautiful path in what I like to call the Life/Light School.

Even when it feels like a total shitshow, your Soul knows the way back home.And the Universe?It’s still whispering.Still patient.Still holding space for your joy.

Today, I feel nothing but gratitude—for my life, for my family, for the chance to begin again.

And I wish that for you, too.

May you see your Light.May you trust the detours.May you know how wildly magical your journey truly is.

Even when it’s messy.Even when it’s painful.Even when it’s a full-blown spiritual shitshow.

It’s yours. And that makes it sacred.

With love and realness,

Julie