In the process of becoming

We put so much pressure on ourselves to be something.

Be clever, be fit, be funny, be ahead, be the best. We chase versions of ourselves that feel just out of reach, as if we are always slightly behind where we should be.

But what if we simply allowed ourselves to be.

What if being meant enjoying the present, the here and now, in whatever shape and form it arrives. In the moments that feel ordinary, taking a shower, washing up, taking the bins out. What if being meant noticing the small regular patterns we so often overlook, in a world that is constantly chasing what comes next. What if life slowed down just enough for us to actually feel it.

So much of life passes us by because we are focused on becoming something else, somewhere else, someone else.

This past year, I resigned from three jobs. Not because everything was bad, but because I was in the process of becoming. I was shifting, changing, questioning what I really wanted. I realised I wanted more from the discipline I care so deeply about. I wanted to make a greater impact, to feel the fulfilment that comes from helping people through the form I love, and to shine a light on the things that matter to me.

It was not a straight path, and it was not always comfortable. But becoming rarely is.

There is a quiet kind of growth that happens when you stop forcing outcomes and start paying attention to where you are. When you allow yourself to evolve without needing to have all the answers.

Maybe we are not meant to have it all figured out.

Maybe we are just meant to be, and in that space, slowly become.