The Pathway I Was Told to Take — and the One I'm Creating Now

The "safe path" nearly broke me.

I followed every rule. Got the degree, climbed the ladder, bought the house. From the outside, I looked like I had it together. Inside? I was drowning in burnout and wondering if this was really all there was.

Then I made a choice that terrified everyone around me—and saved my life. If you're craving permission to build something different, keep reading. What I learned about starting over might be exactly what you need to hear.

The "Right" Path I Followed

I grew up believing that life had a clear order.

Go to school. Go to uni. Get a job. Work hard. Buy a house. Pay the mortgage.

It was the "right thing to do." The safe thing.

And for a long time, that's exactly what I did.

I don't regret a single part of it.

I'm incredibly grateful — for the country I was born in, the family who raised me, and the opportunities that came from a career I worked hard for. Nursing taught me compassion, resilience, and what it truly means to care for others. It also taught me the cost of always showing up for everyone but yourself.

When the "Safe" Path Started Feeling Unsafe

Somewhere along the way, I started to wonder — what if the path that's "right" for everyone else isn't the one for me?

I look at my two daughters — 4.2 of them, (blended family math) — and I'm in awe.

They're smarter, braver, and more vibrant than I ever was at their age. They hold me to standards I can't always keep, but they're teaching me more than I could ever teach them. I want them to grow into independent thinkers — not just obedient citizens following systems that don't always serve us.

The Midlife Crisis That Wasn't Actually a Crisis

My own curiosity, passion, and purpose have taken me down a completely different road — one that feels less certain but far more alive. Somewhere between burnout, loss, and rediscovery, I realized that life doesn't have to look the way we were told it should.

I used to be so private — the kind of person who barely made friends with colleagues. But after what I jokingly call my "midlife crisis," something shifted. I'm not chasing popularity, followers, or numbers. I'm chasing connection. And if writing honestly helps even one person feel seen or less alone, then that's my pathway.

Why I'm Choosing Connection Over Perfection

Maybe this little space — this blog, this business, this creative journey — is how I can be of service to a wider community. My circle might be small right now, but I believe everything unfolds for a reason.

So here I am — messy, curious, learning, unlearning — carving a life that feels more like mine.

If You're Standing at Your Own Crossroads

If you're feeling the pull toward something different but don't know where to start, here's what helped me:

Give yourself permission to question. The life you're "supposed" to want doesn't have to be the one you actually want. That's not failure—that's self-awareness.

Start before you're ready. I didn't have it all figured out when I began. I still don't. But waiting for the "perfect time" is just fear wearing a sensible outfit.

Your reasons don't need to make sense to anyone but you. Some people understood my pivot. Many didn't. Both reactions taught me that this is my life to live, not theirs to approve.

Have you ever felt like the "right" path wasn't yours? I'd love to hear your story—drop me a comment or send me a message. Your journey matters, and I'm here for the real, messy, beautiful truth of it.

xx Meg