One Year Ago, I Lost Everything I Thought I Wanted.

One Year Ago, Everything Changed.

Not in the dramatic, movie-scene way.
In the quiet, soul-stirring kind of way.
Where the life I thought I was building started whispering… this isn’t it.

An eight-year relationship came to an end.
Not because there wasn’t love.
But because we both knew in the deepest, kindest way it was time.

And then, not long after, I walked away from a business I’d poured my heart into.
Not because I didn’t love it.
But because it held me still in London… when everything in me wanted to move.

I didn’t have a strategy.
I had a feeling.

So I followed it.
Into the unknown.
Into the freedom.
Into the ache, the wonder, the unraveling.

I travelled.

I cried in new cities.
I laughed with strangers who felt like old friends.

I watched sunsets in places I didn’t know the names of.
I danced with grief.

I flirted with joy.
I started to remember who the f*ck I am.

And now, a year later
I’ve just landed in LA.
Not for a holiday.
For a whole new life.

If you’d told me this last January, I wouldn’t have believed you.

Because back then, I was scared.
Tender.
In the middle of letting go of everything that felt safe.

But this is what I’ve learned:

You don’t need certainty to move.
You just need self-trust.
You just need to listen to what feels right even when it makes no f*cking sense.

Everything can change in a year.
Everything.

So why keep gripping to what no longer fits,
when freedom is waiting on the other side of surrender?

Your life can look completely different in 12 months.
All it takes is one choice:

To trust the whisper.

To move when your soul says move.

To believe that joy is still ahead of you.

And it is.
F*ck the timeline.
Follow the truth.

YOUR Truth.

OFH is real.
And I’m living proof.

M x