The Version of Me I’m Becoming

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I’ve changed this year. Not in some big dramatic way. Just in how I carry myself. How I move through things. How I don’t tolerate certain things the way I used to.

It’s not about becoming someone else. It’s about becoming more of myself, just with less people-pleasing, less overthinking, less proving.

Here’s what that looks like right now.

I say no faster

I don’t stretch myself thin just to be agreeable. If something doesn’t feel right, I pass. I don’t feel the need to explain or apologize for protecting my time or energy.

I care less about how things look

There’s a difference between curating and pretending. I’m not interested in making my life look perfect. I want it to feel calm. I want it to be mine. That’s enough.

I rest when I need to

I’ve pushed through sickness, burnout, anxiety, and physical symptoms for years. I’m done doing that. If my body says slow down, I listen. Resting isn’t me falling behind. It’s me taking care of what actually keeps me going.

I don’t force routines

Structure helps, but I’m not rigid about it. If I fall off a habit, I just come back to it. I don’t waste energy beating myself up over it.

I’m building slower on purpose

I’m not interested in rushing to prove I’m doing enough. The version of me I’m becoming is still ambitious. She just doesn’t hustle for the wrong reasons anymore. She builds carefully, with intention. She stays focused on what matters.

Closing

I’m not there yet. But I’m not who I was a few months ago either. I’m in the middle of it. That’s where growth actually happens.

Quietly. Privately. Consistently.

I like where I’m going. That’s enough for now.