Kind of a Wreck, Kind of a Leader

A few months ago, I told someone I felt stuck.

Not in crisis. Not falling apart. Just… stuck. Like I was trying so hard to find my way forward, but nothing was clicking. Like I was waiting for clarity, for purpose, for something to break through the fog.

And even though I kept showing up, it felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere.

But lately, I’ve started noticing the tiniest shifts. Not loud ones. Not “life has completely changed” moments. Just small signs that maybe, quietly, I’m becoming someone new.

Maybe becoming looks like saying no without guilt. Maybe it’s taking a real lunch break. Maybe it’s choosing rest before your body demands it. Maybe it’s writing again. Creating again. Dreaming again.

Maybe becoming doesn’t feel like a transformation. Maybe it just feels like coming home to yourself.

I still have days where I feel lost. I still doubt myself. I still overthink. I still get in my own way.

But there are also moments where I feel proud. Grounded. Clear. Moments where I realize that the version of me I’ve been trying to reach has been there the whole time. I just had to move some things out of the way to find her.

And if you feel like you’re stuck too, I hope you know that becoming doesn’t always feel like progress.

Sometimes it feels like surviving. Sometimes it feels like getting through the day. Sometimes it feels like nothing is happening at all.

But it is.

Maybe you’re already becoming. Even now. Even here.