Lost is an invitation.

It’s late. Like, late night snack, kitchen-run kind of late.  I’m wide awake—thinking, praying, and asking, "What should I even say for this first Boss Babe + Flight post?"

Headed downstairs—talking to God & thinking about what I’m about to max—I feel a gentle nudge in my spirit: “You already know what to say. Go back to the book.”

I knew exactly which one.

It’s this little brown leather journal—soft cover, tied with a string, holding onto the secrets I’ve written inside. I hadn’t seen it in a while. It was tucked behind a few books for safekeeping, but once I pulled it out and untied the string, the writing on the first page stopped me in my tracks.

One word: "Lost."

And under it:

"I realized that when you are lost, so is everyone else. No one really knows where they’re going."

Let me give you a little backstory.

That journal entry came while on my very first solo trip out of the country. I was desperate for an adventure—you know the kind we girls book hoping to escape whatever’s heavy on our hearts.

So there I am, standing in a Dutch train station, flipping between Google Translate and unfamiliar signs, trying to figure out where in the world I was. I saw someone who looked like she spoke English, walked up only to find out she was just as lost as me.

Back to square one.

So I had figured it out. Somehow. Step by step. That little book became my place to process it all—to hold my thoughts while I tried to heal. Because 2023? She was rough. Like tough tough.

My final destination was Switzerland—a six-day women’s retreat designed to help me and

others come back to ourselves and press reset.

Lost.

It’s scary. It’s disorienting. And our first instinct is to fix it. And fix it fast. We want direction, clarity, answers. We reach out for a sign, a guiding light, something or someone! Anyone who seems like they know the way.

But what if being lost isn’t the problem?

The gag is: We’re all on our own maps. Sometimes we cross paths with someone who can help us reroute. But even if someone hands you directions—you still have to walk it out.

I’ve always traveled with a partner or a friend, but traveling alone has really allowed me to experience what patience for oneself feels like. 

So maybe lost isn’t about being in the wrong place. Maybe it’s just an unfamiliar space. An in-between. An invitation to discover something.. new. 

New strength? New faith? New perspective? Maybe even a new version of you.

Because sis, you already have what you need! That inner compass? It's been inside you this whole time. The next step? It’s not waiting on your perfection—it’s waiting on your yes.

That retreat reminded me of what I already knew:

Who I am.

Why I’m here.

That nothing outside of me defines me.

And there’s no such thing as the “wrong” way.

Everything that’s happening is a part of becoming and It’s all working for our good.

As this blog unfolds, I’ll be sharing stories—real ones. About travel, faith, fashion, food, and heart matters. Some deep, some light. But always with the hope that you’ll join the conversation.

So let me ask you:

When was the last time you discovered something new about yourself?

Have you ever been lost—mentally, emotionally, spiritually—and came out stronger? What did you learn about yourself in the process?

Let’s talk about it in the comments.

Let this space be your journal too.

Boss Babe + Flight is here. Fashion-fueled. Faith-led. Forever flying. 🛫💖