You are not a finished thing.
You are not meant to arrive at some perfect version of yourself and remain there,
Polished and complete.
You are a living work of art,
Always in process of becoming,
Always adding new colors to the canvas of who you are.
And there is something truly breathtaking about this endless unfolding.
Look at how far you have already traveled from where you were even a year ago.
The fears you have faced,
The love you have learned to give and receive,
The ways you have surprised yourself by being braver than you thought possible.
You are not the same person who began this year,
This month,
Or even this day.
You are constantly being born into newer versions of yourself.
There is grace in your growing.
Even in the moments when you feel you are stumbling,
When you catch yourself repeating old patterns or falling into familiar traps,
You are still becoming.
Your mistakes are not evidence of failure,
They are the raw material of wisdom.
Your confusion is not a sign you are lost,
And is proof you are expanding beyond what you used to know.
Feel into the places where you are still soft,
Still curious,
Still willing to be changed by what you encounter.
This is where your aliveness lives,
Not the parts of you that have hardened into certainty,
But the places that remain open to surprise,
To growth,
To the possibility that tomorrow you might see the world through completely different eyes.
You are becoming more yourself with each season of your life,
More honest about what you love and what you cannot tolerate,
More willing to disappoint others rather than abandon yourself,
More fluent in the language of your own needs,
Your deepest desires,
And your own truth.
This does not represent selfishness,
This is the work of a lifetime,
The work of learning to inhabit your own skin with authenticity and grace.
Notice how you judge your becoming,
How you wish it were faster,
Smoother,
More linear.
Becoming is not a race with a finish line,
It is not a problem to be solved.
Every moment of uncertainty is making space for new understanding,
Every period of discomfort is stretching you into a larger version of yourself.
Your becoming is beautiful precisely because it is unfinished.
Like a garden that grows wild and abundant,
Not according to anyone's plan,
But according to its own inner intelligence.
Like a river that carves new paths through the landscape,
Following the natural flow of its own current.
You are following the current of your own becoming,
And it is taking you exactly where you need to go.
Trust the process,
Trust the timing,
Trust that even when you cannot see where you are heading,
Your becoming knows the way.
You are exactly where you are supposed to be.
And who you are becoming is more beautiful than you can imagine from where you stand today.
