Maya used to believe she was in control of her life. She had a successful career, a packed schedule, and a to-do list that never seemed to end. From the outside, she looked like she had it all together. But inside? She felt like a passenger in her own life.
Every morning, she woke up, answered emails before getting out of bed, rushed through her day, and collapsed into exhaustion at night. Only to repeat the cycle again. She wasn’t making decisions; she was reacting. She wasn’t steering her life; she was coasting, following a path she had never actually chosen.
Then one morning, she drove to work without thinking and couldn’t remember a single moment of the drive. And in that moment, she realized: this wasn’t just about her commute. This was her life.
Can you relate to feeling like a passenger in your own life?
Where have you been letting life drive you instead of choosing your own path?