What if it Ends with a Fluffy Frittata? 🥘

EDITION 17

All week, I’ve been thinking about detours.

About the muddles and puddles, the wrong turns—how wild it is that the moments we superlative in strings as setbacks or find ourselves stumbling across thorn-filled sidewalks turn out, time (and time) again, to be these crazy curious little gifts. Not obstacles, but doors to spaces we didn't even know existed. Or ever planned on entering…

I mean, seriously, who could dream up half the places we end up? The gravel roads, the slippery streets with no name, the times we’re convinced we've missed the sign… only to discover, looking back, that those were the routes we were meant to take all along.

Maybe we were never meant to open up our eyes and see the sign..? Nudge. Wink. 

Maybe the point is to trust our feet, to keep forging forward even when the map lines are smudged over and the road doubles back on itself.

I know—the tricky part.
You’re asking, But, Shanna, how do we keep moving forward when the frittata seems so far from fluffy? 

(Even if the universe, somewhere just beyond the bend, has a whole pan of fluffiness waiting for us. Vegan friends—substitute your preferred non-egg egg here.)

Maybe, just maybe, John… the what-if’s and why-now’s—and yes, sometimes the wtf's—are actually the real magic in disguise, working out something well beyond our planning. Maybe those out-the-who detours are where the real wildness—and the real “us”—is found, once we all get aboard the nighttrain.

And really, if we knew all the poop we’d have to dig through to find the pony (yes, it’s the pony again), would we really do it all? I argue not, Eileen.

Maybe the journey doesn’t need us to know or have all the answers, but to stay curious. And to keep digging… Even if—we don't know the way, or even see any bottom… yet. Because maybe what feels off course and deep in doo-doo is actually the universe steering us toward a kind of magic we couldn’t have planned for. That includes the oddball surprises, like fluffy frittatas. Who knew?!

So this week, here’s to trusting the crooked paths, the U-turns, and the divine accidents are bringing us, crumb by crumb by fluffy crumb, to the feast of fluffy frittatas we didn't know we needed.

That’s all for now.

Until next week!

Always light,

Shanna "steering somewhere fluffy" Lindinger

P.S. Got a story of a stumble that turned out to be a secret sunbeam blessing? Hit reply. I’d love to hear about those snack breaks along the road.

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