I Thought I Needed a Vacation. God Had Other Plans.

A few days ago, I was supposed to be in Jamaica.

My suitcase wasn’t packed yet, but mentally, I was already there. Listening to the sounds of Kevin Lyttle (IYKYK) down the 405, you couldn’t tell me the island wasn’t soon come. I could picture the ocean, the warm air, the slower mornings. I was looking forward to unplugging, being on DND for a few days and letting my mind rest.

Instead, I stayed home.

The trip didn’t happen because life happened. The person I was supposed to travel with was dealing with personal issues, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that forcing the trip wouldn’t have been the right decision.

I’ll be honest.

The first day, I was disappointed.

Not devastated.

Not angry.

Just... disappointed.

If you know me, you know I love to travel. I try to leave the country every couple of months because travel has always been one of the ways I reconnect with myself. So sitting at home while everyone else seemed to be boarding flights felt frustrating.

For a moment, I kept thinking about the week I was supposed to have.

Then something shifted.

Instead of spending the week mourning the trip I didn’t take, I decided to be fully present in the week I had been given.

And looking back now, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

What I thought was a closed door turned out to be an invitation.

I spent time with incredible friends.

One of my friends transformed her home into what honestly felt like a Black-owned Soho House. There were people working together, laughing together, swimming, sharing ideas, eating good food, and simply enjoying each other’s company.

It reminded me that luxury isn’t always a place.

Sometimes it’s a feeling.

I also went on one of the most refreshing dates I’ve had in a long time.

We were supposed to spend a couple of hours together.

Six or seven hours later, we were still talking.

We laughed.

We shared stories.

Time disappeared.

And when I left, I wasn’t thinking about whether he liked me.

I was thinking about something much bigger.

We really do meet people where we are in life.

Some people meet during seasons of healing.

Some during seasons of chaos.

Some grow together.

Some grow apart.

It reminded me that the more I become the woman God is calling me to be, the less I feel the need to chase anything.

Not because I don’t desire love.

Because I’ve learned that quality is so much more valuable than attention.

The right people don’t just feed your ego.

They feed your spirit.

Later in the week, I attended an event surrounded by women from completely different walks of life.

Athletes.

Founders.

Models.

Mothers.

Artists.

Philanthropists.

Women with different stories but the same desire to grow.

What struck me wasn’t anyone’s title.

It was how beautiful womanhood becomes when competition leaves the room.

When no one is trying to prove they’re the smartest.

The prettiest.

The most successful.

When women simply decide to celebrate each other...

Something sacred happens.

I left feeling lighter.

More hopeful.

More connected.

As if God was gently reminding me that community is one of His greatest gifts.

Then I attended another event honoring people who have dedicated their lives to serving others.

Listening to stories about philanthropy reminded me why I started my nonprofit “The Not So Boring Foundation” in the first place.

Not for recognition.

Not for applause.

Simply because I believe love should look like action.

I’ve had the privilege of helping raise money to build homes in Congo.

Supporting girls experiencing period poverty in Ghana.

Working alongside organizations helping young people transition out of the juvenile justice system.

Helping communities in Panama.

I’ve never talked about those things very much.

Partly because I never wanted service to become performance.

But I’m learning that sharing your purpose isn’t the same as showing off.

Sometimes people need to see what’s possible.

By the end of the week, something became so clear to me.

Had I been sitting on a beach in Jamaica, I would have missed every single one of those moments.

The conversations.

The friendships.

The laughter.

The opportunities.

The reminders.

The people God intentionally placed in my path.

I thought I knew exactly what I needed.

God knew better.

Isn’t that how life works sometimes?

We become so attached to one outcome that we can’t imagine another one being better.

We mourn the closed door without realizing there’s someone on the other side opening a different one.

I’ve experienced that more times than I can count.

Relationships that didn’t work.

Jobs I didn’t get.

Plans that fell apart.

Trips that got canceled.

At the time, they all felt like disappointments.

Looking back, they were redirections.

And I’ve started wondering...

How many blessings have we mistaken for inconveniences simply because they arrived differently than we expected?

Perspective changes everything.

This week could have become a story about a trip that didn’t happen.

Instead, it became a story about everything that did.

Maybe that’s the lesson.

Not every closed door is rejection.

Sometimes it’s protection.

Sometimes it’s preparation.

And sometimes it’s God quietly saying,

“Trust Me. I have something better planned.”

Have you ever looked back on a disappointment and realized it was actually leading you exactly where you needed to be?

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With intention,

AuJené