I tried two high-protein recipes last week.
Neither made the cut for my permanent snack list.

I tried Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
It made me feel deeply connected to my raw energy, and it was truly wonderful. But I don’t have the patience or space in my life right now to learn the skills it requires.

We tried swimming as a family in the evenings.
That didn’t work either because our toddler apparently prefers morning swims.

And I think there is something beautiful about all these “failures.” Not everything you try has to become your thing.

You don’t have to force yourself to love something just because you started it. Sometimes, you simply try. You pay attention. You notice what makes you feel alive, what drains you, what challenges you in a good way, and what simply doesn’t fit your life right now.

And what you are really learning through all this is embodiment—the ability to be connected enough to yourself to know:

I like this.
I don’t like this.
This feels good.
This feels wrong.
I want more of this.
I don’t want this anymore.
I would love to put effort into this.
I would love to commit to this.

It sounds simple, but I think many of us have lost this skill.

We grow up learning to follow cultural rules, expectations, roles, and “shoulds,” even when something inside us is screaming, This doesn’t feel right.

So we learn to override ourselves. We learn to be “good” instead of being honest. And maybe part of coming back to ourselves is simply experimenting again. Trying things without demanding that they work out.

Slowly, through all that trying, we begin finding our way toward what our soul actually wants to follow.

Because…

I tried Muay Thai kickboxing—and I loved it.
I tried swimming—and I loved it.
I tried wall climbing—and I loved it.

I wouldn’t have discovered any of them if I had been too afraid to try something I might not continue.

My new flex is not being an expert at everything I do. My new flex is being brave enough to find out what the mystery holds.