Humbled

 I was feeling so sure of me.

So certain that things were finally falling into place. I had been moving with purpose, doing everything I could to make the next step happen. For a moment, I thought it might actually work out.

And then came the reminder — not everything unfolds when or how we expect it to.

There’s something about rejection that hits deeper when you’ve been holding onto hope. It doesn’t matter how many times you tell yourself it’s part of the process; it still feels like the air gets knocked out of you for a second.

I know I’m not really stuck — I’ve been truly stuck before, and this isn’t that. This is just the in-between, the waiting space that tests your faith in yourself. Still, it’s hard not to feel small when things don’t go as planned.

But maybe that’s what humility really is — not a punishment, but a pause. A space where we’re reminded that our strength isn’t in our control, but in our capacity to keep showing up even when the outcome isn’t certain.

So I’m sitting with it. Breathing through it.

Letting myself feel the disappointment without letting it define me. Because even in moments like this, I’m still moving — just slower, quieter, and maybe a little wiser.