Don't Follow Anything But Your Own North Star

By Wakenda Rose Roske

There was a time when I went searching for my North Star. But instead of looking within, I kept chasing the stars that belonged to others. Their shine distracted me. Their success confused me. And slowly, I started to believe that my own medicine wasn’t enough.

The world felt noisy. Egotistical. Annoying. I wanted no part in it. So I checked out. I distracted myself with anything that would silence the voice inside.

But the voice wouldn’t sleep. Even in the stillness of the forest, it stirred. It whispered that I was meant to share—But comparison drowned it. Jealousy muted it. And so I tucked it away.

I tried to heal the emotional and physical ache with everything but expression—Bodywork, supplements, therapy. But my wings stayed broken.

Until one morning, on a full moon eclipse, God whispered, You must express. This is not about you. This is "My" work. Share the medicine I gave you.

That day, I surrendered. Not in a grand, triumphant way. But in a quiet moment of truth, keeping it in was turning my medicine into poison. And that my silence, rooted in ego, was harming me more than anyone else.

I had confused following with comparing. And when I couldn't compete, I quit. I stopped following anyone, and for a time, that silence was sweet. It gave me space to remember myself.

But eventually, the voice returned. Louder. Clearer. I asked for help.

And God answered: "You’ve been looking for a boss? Well, I accept."

God said, You cannot light up a dark world with just a few shining stars. And you certainly cannot light it by dimming your own.

This was never about me. This is about what my soul agreed to. It’s about joining the constellation of those who came to shine and light up a dark night.

Each day, I practice surrender. Each day, I remind my ego it has a place—to protect, to rest, to eat—but not to lead. That role belongs to something far greater.

And every day, I return to the truth: You cannot heal a dark world by turning off your light. So I shine. Not for applause. Not to be seen. But because I was born to.

With Love,

Wakenda Rose Roske