The new me.
The real me.
The me that I couldn’t wait to be a year ago. The me that I never thought would come.
I am who I am now, and will never be who I was, yet I’m still not who I’m going to be.
I reflect on the past, feeling so dumb for not cherishing who I was in that moment. But feeling grateful that I still have the rest of my life to appreciate who I am at every stage.
I reflect on the the things that broke my heart and my confidence, and realize it created a stronger, bigger heart that made me dig deep to love who I am and be confident in where I’m going.
I may never get to relive the moments that made me feel on top of the world, and took for granted at the same time. But now I can move forward and be mindful of the experiences, people, places, and things to be grateful for each day.
And though there’s a part of me that feels like something is missing, I know it’s not a piece of me I’m looking for. I just know that there are greater things that are headed my way and I can’t wait to experience it.
The best part about falling apart, is learning to build yourself back up even stronger than before.