Becoming Who I Was Meant to Be
There was a time when I truly believed I would be further along by now. I thought I would have things figured out, that the questions would have settled, and that the weight I carried would have somehow lightened with time. I imagined a version of myself that felt steady and certain, someone who had grown past the struggles and learned all the lessons already. But instead, I found myself in a place I didn’t expect, still sorting through the pieces, still learning, still carrying the quiet weight of all the things I thought I should have already overcome. I have spent more time than I care to admit counting my failures, replaying moments I wish I could change and decisions I wish I had made differently. There is a heaviness that comes with that kind of reflection, a burden that builds when you begin to measure yourself against who you thought you would be by now. It can make you feel like you are falling behind in your own life, like you are somehow missing something everyone else seem...