I’ve certainly been wronged before. And I’ve also been the one who got it wrong—more times than I care to count.

And I’ve learned that both sides hurt, just in very different ways. One feels like betrayal from the outside; the other feels like a crack forming inside your own foundation.

But both—if you let them—can also change you for the better.

There’s a quiet kind of bravery in acknowledging a shift in what you know to be true. It doesn’t roar. It doesn’t demand recognition. It simply whispers, “I see it differently now. And I’m choosing a new way.”

I’ve had to face the hard truth that I trusted people who didn’t deserve it, misjudged those I loved, believed stories that weren’t real, and chased peace in places that could never offer it.

And I’ve also watched others cower and double down on solid beliefs that were visibly unraveling at their feet, because the alternative—admitting they were wrong—feels like too much to bear.

But what if changing your mind isn’t something to fear? What if it’s actually the beginning of something better?

History offers countless examples of how often we’ve had to revise what we thought we knew:

• We believed the Earth was flat.
• We thought the sun revolved around us.
• We used leeches and arsenic as medicine.
• We denied women the right to vote, convinced their emotions would ruin democracy.
• We told people cigarettes were healthy.
• We believed germs didn’t exist because we couldn’t see them.
• We believed tomatoes were poisonous.
• We thought left-handedness was a sign of evil.
• We believed mental illness was caused by demons.
• We believed slavery was natural, even divinely ordained.
• We claimed Indigenous people had no civilization.
• We built entire systems on the assumption that only white men were fully human.
• We believed nuclear radiation was safe—sometimes even healthy.

All of these crazy ass things were widely accepted…until they weren’t.

And in every case, there was a moment—a crack in the wall—when someone brave stood up and said, “Um, something about this doesn’t feel true anymore…maybe it’s time to take another look.” 

I believe we’re on the edge of another one of those collective turning points—culturally, spiritually, politically, and personally.

I’ve been feeling something subtle but really sacred moving through the air lately, carrying a message: It’s okay to admit when you’re wrong.

I don’t believe I’ve been sitting with this message just for my own benefit. I’ve felt it arriving like a quiet assignment—less about speaking loudly, more about making space for it to land wherever it’s needed.

Maybe it’s meant for those who feel something shifting but can’t yet name it.

Maybe it’s for those caught in cycles that no longer serve them.

Maybe it’s for those who are beginning to wake up, but feel unsure or ashamed about turning around.

So, I just needed to say it and put it out into the universe. And if any part of that feels true, just know—I see you. It’s more than okay to change your mind. You’re allowed to grow, to question, to shift direction. Trust what your body knows. Follow the nudge. Be curious. Explore what’s outside the frame you were handed. And remember: you don’t ever need permission to choose something new.

The world only ever moves forward when someone does.

So I’m here—not to convince, but to witness. Not to lead, but to accompany. From what was, into what could be—at your pace, in your time, with your own unfolding truth.