I really thought my life would go one way.

I imagined myself sitting at a nail table, hands steady, painting tiny works of art on fingertips. I saw creativity in colors, in glitter, in designs that made people feel beautiful when they looked down at their own hands.

But life had a different brush for me.

Somewhere between my thoughts, my pain, my healing, and my truth—I picked up a pen instead.

I didn’t plan on becoming a professional author. I didn’t wake up one day and say, I’m going to write a book that exposes my soul. It happened slowly, quietly, and then all at once. Writing became the place I could be honest without being interrupted. The place I could tell the truth without being corrected. The place I could exist without shrinking.

I realized something powerful:
Both paths are art.
One decorates hands.
The other touches hearts.

Being a nail technician would’ve let me leave beauty on people for a moment. Being an author lets me leave truth, healing, and courage with people long after they close the book.

And maybe that’s the point.

Sometimes what we want is just a clue.
What we’re called to is the real destination.

So if you’re reading this and you feel like your life took a turn you didn’t expect, don’t rush after it. Don’t grieve it too fast. Don’t dismiss it. You might not be lost—you might be becoming.

I didn’t fail at becoming a nail technician.

I just succeeded at becoming myself. 📖✨funny I remember I’d go crazy buying up nail products, now people are going crazy buying up my books wow! As scripture says I am

the lender, not the borrower! Wow! DEUTERONOMY 28:12