03/10/2026
My mom sent me a poem last week and I haven't stopped thinking about it since.
It got me writing about something I think most of us skip when we talk about self-compassion. We practice it for right now. For this mistake, this hard season, this version of ourselves. But we rarely extend it backwards.
We look at who we were at fifteen or twenty and we cringe. We feel shame about the naivety, the decisions, the time we think we wasted.
But what if curiosity is actually a more honest response than shame?
Every version of you had to end for the next one to begin. Those endings felt like failures when you were in them. Looking back, a lot of them were just you outgrowing something. Moving through something. Becoming someone you couldn't have become while staying where you were.
None of those versions failed you. They carried you here.
My latest post explores what it looks like to actually sit with that. Including a small writing exercise that might change how you see your own story.
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