My life is evolving beautifully.

Anything mid-renovation looks like a disaster. Dust sheets over the floor, one wall opened up, tools where the table should be, no functioning kitchen. Somebody walking in at that moment would not reach for the word beautiful.

The finished room and the wrecked room are the same room, six weeks apart.

If your life currently looks like tools on the floor, that is not evidence against the direction. Evolution has an ugly middle by design. The mess is what change looks like from the inside, and it does not stay this way.