I thought I had to choose: grow up, or stay soft. Get wiser, or stay silly. But life isn’t that linear. It circles. Loops. Reminds you.
Last week, I found a notebook from years ago. The handwriting was messy. The dreams were too big. The voice was unfiltered. I laughed. Then I cried. Because that person wasn't wrong—just early.
Maybe we don’t outgrow our past selves. Maybe we just misplace them. And maybe now’s the perfect time to invite them in—not to take over, but to sit beside us.
Let them remind you: you were always more than you gave yourself credit for.