There’s this myth that direction in life is supposed to feel like a Disney movie moment—cue the sunrise, cue the whisper of destiny, cue the glitter. But let’s be real: most days, direction feels more like wiping peanut butter off your blouse, answering three emails you forgot about, and trying to remember what you walked into the kitchen for.
Direction, for me, doesn’t come from the stars aligning. It comes from the chaos clarifying. From the what I won’t accept anymore moments. From the pain that burned off everything untrue.
It’s not a pretty answer, but it’s the honest one:
Direction found me when everything else fell apart.
I’ve learned that purpose isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet and stubborn. Sometimes it’s the part of you that refuses to give up, even when your GPS says “rerouting” for the fifth time in one day.
My direction?
🌀 Comes from legacy—not likes.
🌀 From watching my family fight battles no one saw and still manage to laugh in the middle of it.
🌀 From a desire to leave things better, brighter, and a little more Voguegenicsified than how I found them.
Direction isn’t a destination. It’s a choice.
One made a thousand quiet times before the world even notices.
Because direction deserves more than a Pinterest quote.
If you’re ready to start making those quiet choices that build something beautiful, explore the latest tools in the Voguegenics Freebies Collection.
Reflection looks good on you. So does being completely Voguegenicsified.
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