It’s such a liberating thought when it finally clicks, isn't it? For so long, I honestly believed that at some point, I had to "finish becoming someone." There was this underlying pressure to "arrive," to reach a fixed, complete version of myself. But now, my perspective has completely shifted, and I see that I’m actually never truly done—and what an incredible gift that is!
This realization means I genuinely get to change. I get to evolve, to grow, to explore new facets of myself again and again. There’s no deadline looming, no ultimate, final form I must achieve. Instead, life is just this beautiful, continuous process of unfolding, in layers. Each experience, each new understanding, simply adds another rich dimension to who I am.
So, being unfinished isn't a flaw or something to be corrected. It's not a sign that I'm lacking. On the contrary, it’s absolute permission to keep learning, keep adapting, and keep becoming, for all the days of my life.
