When I was younger, the uncertainty terrified me. I thought if I couldn't plot out my life and foresee every obstacle, I was doomed. But now I see this uncertainty as a gift. When I follow the mystery, I stay curious, nimble and open to guidance. I focus more on the awe-inspiring journey than the destination. I trust that this not-knowing is meant to be.

Don't get me wrong - the urge to problem-solve and strategize still arises. My mind wants to wrestle every situation into something I can grasp. But now I take a breath and come back to the present. I notice the sun filtering through the trees, and the sound of kids laughing down the street. I loosen my grip on needing to know. I soften into the groundless ground of life. In this space of unknowing, wonder arises. Creativity begins to flow.

I lean into my intuition, into guidance from forces far wiser than my chatterbox mind. When I follow the mystery, I feel more alive and more attuned to what wants to emerge in each moment. I move with more freedom and lightness.