The time I crashed my car in Santa Barbara.
The chick who acted like Mother Teresa around everyone else, but was the biggest bitch to me.
The person I had a crush on that I totally thought was a guy until I had already caught the feels.
The text I sent to someone I was dating out of insecurity, causing a ripple effect and ending with my mom referring to him as “The Devil.”
None of it happened to me because nothing does. Life happens for you.
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Those instances lead to some of my biggest insights. They often come out of your comfort zone, in frustration, or fights.
It’s all happening for you I promise and swear. You’ll be pleasantly pleased when you find the gems hidden there.
Crashing my car lead me to the place of my dreams. It wasn’t at all what the situation had seemed.
I realized the universe will always have my back, even when the process feels like a heart attack.
It’s happening for you, I know this to be true. Before you throw in the towel, ask what it is trying to show you.
Brooke Lyn Landon 