Lately, I’ve been meeting a version of myself I don’t fully recognize.
She reacts differently. She pauses instead of explaining. She chooses rest without guilt.
At first, it felt uncomfortable — like I was losing parts of who I used to be. But maybe I’m not losing anything. Maybe I’m just shedding what no longer fits.
Growth doesn’t always feel empowering. Sometimes it feels quiet. Sometimes it feels lonely. Sometimes it feels like standing in between who you were and who you’re becoming.
I don’t have everything figured out. But I know this version of me listens more to her intuition than her fear. She doesn’t chase validation the way she used to. She doesn’t stay where she feels small.
And even if she feels unfamiliar, she feels honest.
I’m learning to trust this shift — even when it doesn’t come with clarity. Even when it feels slow. Even when it scares me a little.
Because maybe becoming isn’t about finding yourself. Maybe it’s about allowing yourself to change.
And for now, that’s enough.
Maybe this is part of becoming.