I Had It All — And I Left Anyway

Last week, I flew back to London.

My sister had her baby.
My best friend got engaged and moved into her dream home.

Joy.
So much joy.
I was flooded with it - for them.

And then… a tiny whisper in my head:
“Are you behind?”

I’m 31.
No house.
No partner.
No fixed plan.

Just me, my passport, and a business built from intuition and chaos and deep soul-alignment.

For a split second, I fell into the scroll-trap spiral of comparison.
That insidious little voice that says,
“Shouldn’t you be there by now?”

But here’s the f*cking truth:

Last year, I had all of that.
The man.
The plan.
The house.
The baby names saved in my Notes app.

It looked perfect on paper
But inside, something felt off.
Misaligned.
Muted.

So I tore up the script.

And it nearly broke me.
But it also rebuilt me - from truth, not timelines.

If I’d stayed…
I would’ve betrayed myself.
And that’s the worst kind of heartbreak.

We don’t talk enough about the grief of leaving the life that “made sense”.
The version that would’ve been so easy to keep.
The version your mum brags about to her friends.

But here’s what I know in my bones:
Home isn’t something you move into.
It’s something you return to, within yourself.

And today?
I’m not behind.

I’m free.
I’m alive.
I’m home.

And babe, so are you - if you choose it. 🔑

Because comparison will always tell you you're lost.
But your soul?
She knows exactly where the f*ck you are.

🩷

OFH Reminder:
You didn’t come here to follow their path.
You came to feel your way home.
Are you listening?

M x