05/24/2025
Only now—standing at a distance—can I begin to trace the outline. Now I see how it all started, not with a single event, but with a quiet accumulation of moments. They seemed small at the time. Insignificant. Forgettable, even. But they weren’t. They were everything.
Life doesn't announce transformation with fanfare. There’s no loud snap of the fingers, no switch flipping under fluorescent light. Instead, it whispers. It layers. One moment after another. One conversation. One goodbye. One new beginning. And then another. And another.
You don’t always recognize the turning points while you're living them. That offhand comment from a stranger. The silence that lingered too long in a room. The way your heart clenched when someone you trusted looked the other way. These are the spotlights. These are the seams in the fabric of your life that, once illuminated, reveal the pattern.
You begin to see it: how certain people entered your life not to stay, but to steer. How some pain wasn’t a punishment, but a redirection. How the things that once broke you were actually opening doors you couldn’t yet see.
And with that clarity comes grace.
Because you realize you’re not broken. You’re built—from every lesson, every misstep, every surge of joy and every shadow of doubt. You’re not lost. You’re layered. And each layer tells a story worth remembering.
