The Gift of Changing Your Mind

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One of my favorite things about life is that it keeps giving me opportunities to change my mind.

Apparently I like sesame seed cookies now. And feta cheese. Greek salads have somehow become a thing I genuinely enjoy and not just tolerate.

Birdwatching is surprisingly entertaining.

And somewhere along the way I became the kind of person who owns enough tarot and oracle decks that younger me would probably be slightly concerned.

Oh—and I'm also no longer convinced that aliens aren't real.

None of those things were on my bingo card.

But they did get me thinking...

When was the last time you changed your mind about something?

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I think we sometimes treat changing our minds like it's something to be embarrassed about.

As if shifting our perspective somehow means we were less intelligent before.

I used to see it that way too, back when my sense of being right was tied to both my sense of worth and my level of intellect.

Now I see that changing my mind isn't about proving that the old version of me was wrong.

It's about recognizing that the current version of me has more experience, more information, and a broader perspective than I had before.

How could I expect myself to think exactly the same after living more life?

In fact, changing my mind has turned out to be one of the greatest gifts life has given me.

Every perspective I've outgrown has made room for one I couldn't have seen before.

Maybe that's why I find it so exciting to change my mind now.

It's not wrong.

It's just evolved.

And I hope that never stops.

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Some of the first ways we begin changing our minds seem almost insignificant.

The ones that don't carry any weight.

Sesame seed cookies weren't something I disliked—I just never paid much attention to them. Now I appreciate them. That's it. No identity crisis required.

Birdwatching snuck up on me in a different way. I used to be so afraid of birds—their freedom, their unpredictability. I never would have predicted that one day I'd find myself genuinely entertained and delighted by them.

The tarot and oracle decks are a little funnier because I genuinely thought that would stay private. Something I did quietly, for myself. A personal curiosity that went no further than my own bedroom.

And well... here we are.

Then there's the alien thing. I held that opinion with full confidence. Complete certainty. I genuinely believed intelligent life beyond Earth didn't exist. But between experiences I've had and the things I've learned over the years, I realized I didn't actually know enough to be that certain anymore.

These small changes are relatively harmless. Nobody's life is upended because I now enjoy a Greek salad.

But over time I noticed that the same thing was happening with beliefs that mattered a lot more than my opinions about cookies or hobbies. The beliefs I carried about success. About what I was supposed to want. About who I was supposed to be. About how I see the world.

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Some of those changing perspectives were lighthearted.

Others quietly changed the direction of my life.

There was also a time in my life when I genuinely didn't believe there was enough left here for me to stay.

I won't make that the centerpiece of this blog because it isn't. But I'd be leaving out something true if I didn't mention that I'm incredibly glad I was wrong about that too.

Life didn't suddenly become perfect.

But it became more interesting.

Richer.

Fuller.

More mine and less for others.

There were experiences, people, opportunities, animals, lessons, and moments of joy I couldn't have imagined back then because I hadn't lived them yet.

None of those things were waiting for me in the version of the story where I didn't stay.

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Staying gave me the chance to change my mind about something else, too.

For a long time I genuinely believed that stability was enough to make me happy.

A steady job. Reliable income. Doing the responsible thing and building the kind of life that looked right from the outside.

And I'm grateful for what that period gave me. Having that steady, assured income helped with necessities in ways I don't take lightly.

But it wasn't fueling my passion.

It supported my life. It just wasn't the life I wanted to build.

What I didn't expect was that buying a few tarot and oracle decks—something I thought would stay a quiet personal hobby—would eventually lead me here. To a channel. To a community. To work that feels creative, purposeful, and genuinely mine.

I never thought I'd be doing this. Allowing myself to be creative rather than just productive.

But I'm glad I was wrong about what success had to look like.

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Maybe that's what changing your mind really is at its core.

Not proof that you were foolish before.

Not inconsistency.

Not weakness.

Just evidence that you're still here.

Still learning.

Still allowing life to show you something new.

For me, certainty has its place.

But I've learned that leaving a little room for possibility has made life far more interesting.

After all, every meaningful way I've changed my mind began with something I was certain about... until life showed me otherwise.

Experience has taught me that you truly never know what life has in store.

And sticking around—staying curious, staying open, allowing yourself to be surprised—is still the best way I know to find the joys tucked inside the pain and pleasure of being human.

If I could tell my younger self one thing, it would simply be this:

It may never be perfect.

But it's far closer to magical than it is to horrible.

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Author's Note

What's something you've changed your mind about recently?

Maybe it's something small. A food you now enjoy. A hobby that snuck up on you.

Maybe it's something that quietly reshaped how you see yourself or what you thought life was supposed to look like.

Either way, I think changing our minds is one of the quiet ways we discover who we're becoming.

With love,

— Hadija (Higher Heart Warrior Channel)

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