when i meet myself again...
when i meet myself again, i hope i recognize her.
not just by what she has achieved, but by how she carries herself.
softer,
kinder,
a little more gentle with her own heart.
i hope she’s not as confused, not as lost in her thoughts.
i hope she has found a sense of clarity
in the things that once overwhelmed her.
i hope she’s surrounded by people who feel like home,
by love that feels easy, and moments that feel real.
i hope she’s happy, not perfectly,
but enough to feel at peace.
and maybe…
a little proud
of how far she’s come. ✍️
day 4 !!












