Becoming Who I Didn't Know I'd Be

Another trip around the sun, and here I am — not exactly where I thought I’d be, but maybe exactly where I’m supposed to be.

I used to have a pretty specific idea of how life was supposed to look by now. There was a timeline in my head, one I assumed everyone else was following too — with the major milestones checked off in just the right order.

I figured by this point, I’d have more certainty, more clarity, maybe even a few more answers.

But life didn’t unfold according to that script. It re-routed. Delayed. Surprised me. Apparently, this is more common than we think.

This past year has been filled with questions I couldn’t answer, moments I didn’t plan for, and paths I didn’t expect to walk.

There were things I thought I wanted that didn’t pan out, and some things I never asked for that showed up anyway. I started wanting new things. Some exciting and some scary.

Somewhere in the middle of all the letting go, the holding on, the in-between… I started to notice something.

I was changing.

Not in a dramatic, overnight kind of way. But slowly, steadily, I could feel it. Certain dreams began to shift — not disappear, but evolve. Priorities rearranged. Old expectations loosened their grip.

And the funny thing is, none of it felt like I was losing myself. It actually felt more like finding her.

I used to believe I needed a backup plan — some roadmap in case things didn’t go the way I hoped. Now I’m working on learning to trust that I don’t have to see the whole picture to move forward.

That faith isn’t about having it all figured out. It’s about showing up anyway; believing that even in the uncertainty, something good is unfolding.

This kind of trust is soft and steady. It looks like choosing peace over pressure. It feels like grace in the waiting. It reminds me that even when life doesn’t move in a straight line, I’m not behind. I’m not off track. I’m becoming.

This year, I’ve trying to stop measuring my life by timelines and start paying attention to the deeper work — the slow, internal kind. The kind that doesn’t show up on highlight reels but shapes who I am becoming in the best way.

So here’s to this season — not because everything makes perfect sense, but because something meaningful is still taking shape.

I may not be where I thought I’d be. But I’m here. I’m growing. I’m becoming — slowly, honestly, and unexpectedly.

Becoming who I didn’t know I’d be.

And maybe… just maybe, this version of the story is better than the one I would’ve written on my own. ||