When the Fog Hides the Shore

Some seasons of life feel like sailing through fog. You can’t see the horizon. The waves rise and fall without rhythm.
Everything in you wants to grab the wheel tighter — to find something solid to steer by.

But fog has its own intelligence. It forces you to feel your way forward instead of thinking your way through. It asks for trust, not control.

The question is: how do you stay aligned when visibility is low?

For me, the answer has been learning to become my own lighthouse — and to keep shining for others when the sea gets rough.
It’s not about being certain. It’s about being steady.
Holding your own frequency when the world feels unstable.

Some days, I forget.
I reach for old anchors — logic, overthinking, planning.
But the light doesn’t come from control. It comes from presence. From staying connected to what’s true, even when I can’t see where it leads.

Being a lighthouse isn’t about brightness or perfection.
It’s about constancy.
A quiet rhythm that says: “I’m here. You’re safe. We’ll find the way.”

And the funny thing is — when you keep shining, the fog eventually clears.
Not because you pushed it away, but because you stayed lit long enough for it to lift.

Shift Section:
Where do you tighten the grip when life gets foggy — and what would happen if you softened into your own light instead?

Let’s unlock the next evolution together.