Purpose doesn’t knock politely. It rearranges everything.
- Jillian Stidd
- Dec 15, 2025
- 2 min read
No warning.
No calendar invite.
No soft conversation over coffee.
Purpose comes like a wind that moves the furniture before you’ve agreed to redecorate.
It dismantles the life you worked hard to hold together.
Not because you failed.
But because the structure you built can no longer carry who you’re becoming.
Most women think they’re losing everything when purpose arrives.
The relationship falls apart.
The job stops fitting.
The body starts whispering, then shouting.
The old dreams go quiet.
The familiar rhythms collapse.
We call it burnout.
Midlife crisis.
Bad luck.
Rock bottom.
But here’s the truth no one told us:
Purpose rarely feels like clarity at first.
It feels like disruption.
Disorientation.
Divine inconvenience.
Purpose doesn’t ask for permission because it isn’t here to decorate your current life.
It’s here to rebuild it around your truth.
That moment you couldn’t explain—the restlessness, the grief, the sense that “something is off”—wasn’t a failure of gratitude.
It was recognition.
Your soul knew before your mind did.
And if you’re here right now, reading this with that ache in your chest—the one that says this is me—then let me say it clearly:
You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are not starting over.
You are standing inside an ingredient moment.
Every loss.
Every ending.
Every unraveling piece of your life.
Those aren’t punishments.
They’re components.
Purpose doesn’t knock politely.
It rearranges everything—so you can finally live inside what’s true.
Welcome to My Ingredient List™.
This is where women stop asking “What’s wrong with me?”And start asking “What is this making me?”
If your soul just exhaled, you’re in the right place.
XOXO Jillian
Founder, My Ingredient List™
I am so excited to announce the arrival of my 4th book!
Evicted On Purpose
The origin story. The philosophy. The collapse that became a map.
Evicted on Purpose began as a story of collapse — the moment everything familiar fell apart and nothing made sense. But inside the wreckage was a revelation. Every heartbreak was a coordinate. Every ending was an instruction. Every detour was a doorway. What started as one woman’s unraveling became a blueprint for awakening. This book didn’t just tell the story.
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