When I Surrendered These Things to the Universe, Everything Fell Into Place

Sometimes, the things we cling to are the very things blocking the flow.

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First, A Confession

I used to think surrender meant weakness. You know, losing control. Settling. Letting life “just happen.”

Today, I know it’s not surrender but avoidance.

Real surrender is active. Bold. Terrifying.

It requires one thing we’re rarely taught:

trust.

Trust in timing.
Trust in intuition.
Trust in something bigger than logic, ego, and spreadsheets.

And the moment I surrendered, not gave up, but gave over, everything made sense.

I finally stopped blocking what had been trying to reach me all along.

Here’s what I let go of, and what came rushing in to take its place.

I Surrendered the Need to Know How

Certainty used to be my oxygen.

I needed a guarantee: “Yes, everything will turn out fine, you will arrive at your destination.”