01/19/2026
2016 → 2026
In 2016, I lived in Hawaiʻi.
My daughter was 2.
I was tan from the sun, hair wild from the humidity, working long shifts in the ER in Hilo.
I didn’t know it then, but I was becoming her and becoming me.
In 2026, I have a skincare routine I never would’ve believed in back then.
I miss my Hawaiian hair.
I run my own aesthetic business.
And my daughter is 12—watching, learning, growing alongside me.
Same woman.
Different season.
Growth doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it just quietly shows up ten years later