a lesson on surrender & support

Surrender used to feel like weakness to me. Like giving up. Like letting go of control when what I really needed was more of it. But life has a way of softening us, if we let it. And this week was a beautiful lesson in just that.

Wyatt’s daycare was closed all week due to a small fire (thankfully everyone is okay), which meant my days suddenly looked very different. I had a calendar full of clients, meetings, and to-do lists spanning across multiple businesses. In the past, this would’ve unravelled me. I would’ve gone into panic, trying to hold everything together, feeling resentful of the shift and desperate to keep pushing forward.

But something was different this time.

I surrendered.

I rescheduled what needed to be rescheduled. I shuffled things around. I let go of the idea that everything had to run perfectly. And most importantly, I let myself be present with my son. We played, we cuddled, we spent slow mornings together. And instead of spiralling, I actually enjoyed it.

But yesterday, I could feel the edges of myself fraying. I was overstimulated, overtouched, overwhelmed. I had two choices: numb it with food, scroll endlessly, escape into a screen… or choose the woman I’m becoming. The one who breathes through the hard moments. The one who chooses to support her body and meet her emotions with movement. So I chose the gym.

And on the way, I felt it, the resentment creeping in. It was raining, pouring actually, and I thought I should have stayed home and avoided the driving at night in the rain (something I despise btw). But then, right as I had the thought, the rain stopped. Just like that. It didn’t return until I was safely back home, post-workout, drenched in sweat instead of frustration.

And that moment felt like a whisper from the universe.

A reminder that when we surrender, when we soften our grip and choose to honour the season we’re in, we are always supported. Not always in obvious ways. But in quiet, gentle ones. In unexpected stillness. In a moment of peace when you thought there’d be none.

Surrender isn’t weakness. It’s trust. It’s strength. It’s knowing that not everything has to go to plan in order for it to be beautiful. It’s meeting life as it is, not as we wish it would be, and choosing to lean in, instead of resist.

This is what healing has given me. The space to soften. The strength to surrender. The ability to breathe, even when everything changes.

And that is magic.

With love & support,

Shorina | Mindful Soul Collective

Holistic Counsellor, Wellbeing Coach & Business Mentor

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