The Night I Almost Gave Up

(And the 5 Miracles That Brought Me Back)

Last night, I hit a wall.

Not the kind where you sigh and eat a snack and keep going.

This was the dark night of the soul kind of wall. The ugly-cry-on-the-floor-what-am-I-even-doing-here kind of wall.

The kind where you whisper things out loud that scare even you.

It was White Lotus bad.

I was spiraling in the dark, stuck in the fear that maybe… I’d lost everything.

That maybe this was the lifetime where I wouldn’t make it.

That maybe I was just… done.

But somewhere inside me, even from the bottom, I heard the tiniest voice say this morning:

“Ask for 5 miracles.”

Not because I believed they’d come.

But because I needed something to shift.

So I said it out loud.

I claimed it.

And I named them:

1. Joely and I are healthy.
2. Maybe I do get that……..
3. A sign from my Dad? Something, anything.
4. Support, out of nowhere. A person. A message. A bridge.
5. A moment that makes me cry in a good way.

And then—one by one—they came.

A text from a friend.

An email with good news.

A client dining with billionaires sends me a photo (that had a message from Dad!)

Then Jeannette calls me and reminds me why I’m here.

She says, “People need to know how Jordan helps you.”

She’s right.

We’re all being asked to remember who we are.

Not in the airy-fairy sense.

But in the trenches-of-2025 sense—

Where timelines are collapsing, money is weird, AI is evolving, and our soul contracts are being activated in real-time.

I had forgotten that.

But now I remember.

And so, I’m writing this to remind you:

You are here for a reason.

You didn’t land in this wild timeline by mistake.

You didn’t come with your gifts, your heart, your wounds, your intuition, your weirdness… by accident.

You are part of what’s unfolding.

And even if you’re in your own dark night right now—especially if you are—miracles are still possible.

Start small.

Name five.

Let the field respond.

Because sometimes, the tunnel doesn’t end with a bang.

Sometimes it ends with a whisper,

“You’re still here. And the light is already on its way.”

Image by Franz Bachinger from Pixabay