Trust the Process: A Letter to Myself

I’m admittedly an avid overthinker (something I’m working on!).  I’m also a ruminator. I process things deeply and tend to revisit them—sometimes to understand, sometimes to try to fix, and sometimes just because my brain doesn’t know how to let go. It’s both my superpower and my saboteur. 

During such times, if there’s one message I hear from Spirit—over and over—it’s this:

“Dear one, trust the process. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. Surrender your need for control.”

And the thing is, I know it’s true. It resonates. It lands.  I get it and I agree.  I just don’t always know how to live it.

It’s not dramatic or earth-shattering—just calm, steady. A gentle nudge. A broken record, but kinder.  It shows up when I’m spiraling, second-guessing, overthinking—trying to piece it all together with logic and spreadsheets and perseverance.

I’ve spent a good portion of my life figuring things out. Give me a big problem, and I’ll build a plan. I’ll organize it, delegate it, track it. That part of me is sharp, resourceful, determined.
It’s part of what makes me me.

But “trust the process” shifts everything.

It brings me to a place of peace.  To acceptance.  To knowing.  

It doesn’t mean I stop using my gifts or stop creating—it just means I’m not forcing it. I’m (slowly, stubbornly) learning that I’m not in charge of every piece.  It encourages me to flow instead of resist.  It moves me from trying to control the outcome to becoming open to what’s trying to come through.

Trust the process.
You’re not behind.  You’re not doing it wrong. You’re in the right place.  You’re perfectly on time.

Just breathe.  Listen in and let it unfold.

PS:   I often use the word Spirit when I talk about the Divine—whether that’s Creator, God, Source, Light, or Holy Spirit. For me, Spirit is an expansive word that holds all of that. I know different people use different names—God, Jesus, the Universe, Allah, Yahweh, Higher Power. I believe we’re all reaching toward the same sacred consciousness, just from different angles and traditions. For me, the name matters less to me than the connection and the intention of the heart.