When I Let Go of the Plan and Trusted My Gut

I used to be a planner.

Colour-coded calendars. Five-year goals.

Backup plans for the backup plans.

Structure made me feel safe, especially as a high-functioning woman who held space for everyone else.

Plans kept things moving. Predictable. Neat.

But life isn’t neat.

It’s honest.

Messy.

Beautifully inconvenient.

And mine unravelled just enough to teach me something my plan never could.

A few years ago, something shifted.

I had the leadership roles.

The successful recruitment business.

The calendar full of meetings and milestones.

And yet… I felt deeply off-track.

Not burnt out, exactly, just disconnected.

Like I was following a map to somewhere I no longer wanted to go.

At first, I resisted the feeling.

I worked harder.

Pushed through.

Told myself I was just tired.

But my gut knew.

It whispered in quiet moments.

It showed up as resentment, as restlessness, as tears.

I couldn’t explain.

It reminded me that I wasn’t listening and I hadn’t been, for years.

Letting go of the plan wasn’t graceful.

It felt terrifying to step away from what I’d built and toward something I couldn’t fully explain yet.

But I did it anyway.

I trained in life coaching.

In Reiki.

In mindfulness.

In yoga.

I started walking the very path I now guide others through:

A return to self.

A reclamation of voice.

A softening into the unknown, with trust instead of control.

If you’re in a season of not knowing… I want you to hear this:

Letting go of “the plan” isn’t failure.

It’s wisdom.

It’s bravery.

It’s the moment you stop outsourcing your life to expectations that no longer serve you.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stop pretending you’re okay with the plan you’ve outgrown.

Now, I work with women in midlife who feel what I once felt:

Off-course, but not broken.

Tired, but still hopeful.

Successful, but no longer fulfilled by the same old definitions of success.

And I get it.

You don’t need a spreadsheet.

You need space.

To listen.

To feel.

To trust your gut again, even if it’s shaking.

You’re not lost.

You’re being rerouted.

And sometimes, that’s the beginning of everything.

With clarity & care,

Kate 

When I Let Go of the Plan and Trusted My Gut