Shake Hands With My Glorious Old Self

Sometimes I miss the person I used to be.

The energy, the spark, the freedom I once had.

But then I remind myself: I am not losing her, I am transforming, into a more mature and purposeful her.

The old me carried me through so much, and without her, I wouldn’t be standing here today. Now, I’m in a better place, wiser, stronger, and still growing.

I'm choosing to honor her. I shake her hand with gratitude, and I keep walking forward with love for the person I’m becoming. I'm going to make her proud and not taking all her sacrifices for granted. She went through heart breaks just to become me.

Everything I have today, are because of her.

I am her and she is me.

10 comments