Walking is one of those things we don't really think about.
We learn how to do it when we're very young.
And after that,
It becomes automatic.
We don't have to think about how to shift our weight,
How to place one foot in front of another,
And how to keep ourselves balanced.
Until suddenly,
We do.
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After my Achilles injury,
I was limping for a long time.
And my body gradually forgot how to walk normally until I realized that I had to relearn how to walk.
And one of the most surprising parts of this experience has been realizing just how much repetition it takes to get something that once felt completely natural to feel natural again.
I'm currently on a rehab journey,
And to be honest,
Some of the exercises I have to do in physical therapy seem almost ridiculously simple.
Stand up,
Shift your weight,
Take a step.
Do it again.
And again.
There is no single exercise that suddenly makes me walk normally.
There's no dramatic breakthrough where everything clicks into place.
It's the repetition that gradually teaches my body something new.
And the more I repeat the same exercise over and over again,
The more I see a parallel with the way transformation and identity shifts actually happen.
Because we often imagine transformation as a mode.
A breakthrough,
A decision,
A big leap into a new version of ourselves.
But what if becoming someone new doesn't work that way?
What if transformation is less about one big moment of change and more about repeatedly practicing a new way of being?
Until eventually it becomes part of who we are.
We all love the league.
We love the story of the leap,
The moment someone hits rock bottom and stands up differently.
The before and after,
The single decision that supposedly changes everything.
We tell the stories because they're satisfied.
That have a clean shape,
A clear turning point,
A hero,
And a moment of transformation.
But that's not how change actually moves through a body or a life.
Change moves the way water carves stone,
Not with one dramatic strike,
But with the same motion repeated until the stone itself begins to take a different shape.
In my case,
You could probably argue that having surgery would have been the equivalent of the big leap,
Right?
I made the decision to opt out of surgery.
But even if I had chosen surgery,
I would still need to go through rehab to rebuild the strength in my ankle.
That's how I think about becoming a new version of yourself.
Whatever the reason,
Whether it's after a loss,
A diagnosis,
A divorce,
Or finally admitting that the life you've built no longer fits the person you've become.
You don't leap into a new identity.
You repeat your way into one.
And here's the part almost nobody tells me.
When you start practicing the new version of yourself,
It will not feel like relief.
It'll feel wrong.
You'll feel like you're performing.
Like you're wearing someone else's clothes.
Like any minute now,
Someone is going to tap you on the shoulder and say,
Hey,
That's not actually you.
This is true whether the new version is a rehabbed ankle learning to bear weight again or a woman learning to say no without a three-paragraph apology attached.
Or a person learning to sit with uncertainty instead of numbing it.
The unfamiliarity isn't a sign that you're doing it wrong.
It's a sign that your nervous system is encountering something it hasn't built a home for yet.
Familiarity isn't the same thing as truth.
Familiarity is just repetition that happened a long time ago.
So long ago,
You forgot there was ever a practice at all.
Your old identity didn't feel natural simply because it was natural.
It felt natural because you rehearsed it 10,
000 times,
Mostly without noticing.
So here's where I want to gently push back on something a lot of us have absorbed.
Especially if you spend any time in a personal world or spiritual world like I do.
Many of us are craving.
It's right there.
The retreat that changes everything,
The book that cracks you open,
The single therapy session where you finally get it.
And I'm not saying those moments aren't real.
I have personally experienced many of them.
And they have been truly,
Truly meaningful parts of my journey.
But here's the trap if we're not careful.
If you're only looking for the breakthrough,
You might miss the actual mechanism of change.
Which is what happens after the breakthrough.
The insight is not the transformation.
The inside is the imitation.
The transformation is what you do with that insight in a random afternoon for the 40th time when nobody's watching and there's no ceremony attached to it.
So stop waiting for the moment when you finally feel different enough to start acting different.
Because that moment may never come on its own.
You don't think your way into a new identity and then start behaving like it.
You behave like it over and over until the thinking and the feeling catch up.
So how do you practice your new identity?
This is the part that takes real courage.
You have to practice the new identity before it feels natural.
Not after.
Before.
You have to point your toes before your ankle trusts you.
You have to speak the boundary while your voice is still shaking.
You have to sit down and create a thing before you feel like a creative person.
You have to show up as someone steady before you feel steady.
This isn't fake it until you make it.
There's a difference between pretending and practicing.
Pretending is performing something you have no intention of becoming.
Practicing is rehearsing something you are actively growing into.
And the fact that it feels foreign is not proof that it's false.
It's proof that it's new.
Think about it in the body.
Because the body doesn't lie about this the way our minds sometimes do.
A muscle doesn't get stronger because you decided once,
No matter how sincere you are,
That you wanted it to be stronger.
It gets stronger because you loaded it again and again.
Past a point that was comfortable,
On a schedule,
Without waiting to feel ready.
Your identity is the same kind of tissue.
It adapts to what you repeatedly ask it to do.
Not to what you repeatedly wish for it to become.
And here's something tender I want to name.
You may not recognize the transformation while it's happening to you.
I don't wake up one day and think.
I'm now a person who trusts my own two feet again.
I'm too close to it.
I'm still in the reps.
Transformation,
When you're inside of it,
Really announces itself.
It doesn't usually feel like becoming.
It often just feels like effort.
Like,
Am I even doing this right?
Like nothing is happening at all sometimes.
This is where so many people quit.
Not because the practice failed.
But because the practice didn't feel like enough.
And they mistook the absence of drama for the absence of progress.
If you're in a season where you have been doing the smaller,
Unglamorous thing,
Like going to therapy,
Setting the boundary,
Showing up to the version of your work nobody's clapping for yet.
Having the hard conversation,
Choosing differently in the small moments.
And it doesn't feel like it's working.
I want you to consider that you might be in the same place I am.
Standing at my kitchen counter,
Lifting my heels over and over,
Feeling a little ridiculous,
Already improving,
But unable to see it from where I stand just yet.
Sometimes,
The only people who can see your transformation are the ones watching from outside of it.
That's humbling.
It's also,
I think,
A kind of grace,
Because it means you don't have to feel transformed to be transformed.
So if there's one thing I want you to walk away with today,
And I mean that quite literally,
Walk away with.
.
.
It's this.
Becoming doesn't have to be a leap you're brave enough to take.
It can simply be one step.
After another.
You don't need the dramatic before and after.
You don't need the single defining moment you can point to in a highlight reel of your own life.
What you need is the willingness to do the small,
Sometimes boring,
Repeatable thing today.
And then again.
Tomorrow.
Long after it stops feeling meaningful,
Long before it starts feeling natural.
My ankle isn't healing because of one perfect session.
It's healing through one small,
Repeated motion at a time.
Most of them boring.
None of them dramatic.
All of them necessary.
And the person you are becoming,
Whoever that is,
Is being built the exact same way.
Not by the leap you're waiting to be brave enough to take,
But by the steps you're willing to repeat.
Even when it feels unfamiliar,
Even when no one is watching,
Even when you can't yet feel that it's working.
So point your toes.
Take the step and do it again tomorrow.
That's not a small kind of transformation.
That's the only kind there ever was.
Before you go,
I want to leave you with something small to actually do.
Tonight or tomorrow morning.
Take two minutes.
And ask yourself one question.
What is the smallest version of the person I'm becoming that I could practice today?
Not the big gesture,
The smallest one.
Maybe it's speaking one sentence without softening it.
Maybe it's asking someone for one small favor.
Maybe it's sitting with a feeling for 60 seconds instead of doom scrolling.
Maybe it's literally standing on one leg by your kitchen counter,
The way I did.
Just to remind your body that it's allowed.
To rebuild.
Write that one small action down,
Then do it.
And when you're done,
Write one more line underneath it.
I practiced.
And then fill in the blank.
Even though it didn't feel natural yet.
That's the whole practice.
Not a ritual,
Not a routine you have to maintain forever.
Just one rep.
Named and noticed.
Because the moment you can see yourself doing the small thing on purpose,
You've already stopped waiting for the lead.
You've started counting your steps instead.
And that is how it actually happens.
Now,
Go be yourself.
