I Can Feel Disappointed and Still Trust the Path

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Disappointment used to derail me.

If something didn’t go the way I hoped—
A message left unread.
A tournament lost on a bad beat.
A plan that fell apart—

I’d spiral into doubt:

“Was I wrong to try?”
“Did I get ahead of myself again?”
“Maybe I’m not meant for this after all…”

But now I know:

Disappointment doesn’t mean I’ve failed.

It means I’m human.
It means I cared.
It means I was brave enough to hope for more.

And I can honour that pain without making it mean something is wrong with me.

Because I’ve learned to hold both:

The sting of the moment and the bigger picture.
The letdown and the trust that something else will come.
The ache and the quiet knowing that my life is still unfolding.

Even this — especially this — is part of the path.

I haven’t been knocked off course.

I’ve just been nudged toward something I can’t see yet.

And I trust it’ll be worth the wait.