Maybe this season of my life feels like the opening scene of a Rom-Com. Not the part where the Love interest enters, but the part where she realizes she is the Plot Twist.
Where she stands in front of her mirror, soft morning light hitting her face where she sees something she hasn’t seen in a while:
A version of her she trust.
I think thats what growth has felt like lately-like I’m stepping into a role I didn’t know I was auditioning for. It’s like life keeps on handing me little reminders that in the main character, even on days when I feel like I’m the extra in someone else’s story.
Because, becoming a woman really, BECOMING HER!!!
Hasn’t been this fiery, chaotic dramatic transformation. It’s been more cinematic than that. More intentional. More like a slow-burn film where the character arc isn’t loud..but undeniable.
It’s the scene where she moves differently where she chooses differently.Where she stops confusing comfort with alignment.
Where she starts trusting that quiet voice inside of her that whispers loudly,
”You’re made for more than surviving.”
Growth hasn’t shown up for me a a perfect plan, or a sudden revelation. It’s shown up as a knowing.
A gentle nudge. A moment where I look around and think, Maybe the story I’ve been afraid to step into is ready for me now.
And maybe "it’s not that complex.
Maybe the plot twist isn’t the fear, the uncertainty,the what-ifs. Maybe the plot twist is that I’m finally choosing myself without an apology.
I’m finally listening to the version of me who dreamt of a fuller life-one with intention, stillness, purpose beauty and soft joy.
In every rom-com, there’s a turning point.
The scene where the protagonist stops running. Stops doubting, stops performing for a world that never knew the weight she carried. And she does something brave..not because she has all the answers, but because her heart wants to live again.
I think I’m in that part of the movie.
The part where I don’t need a grand gesture from life to understand what’s unfolding. I don’t need fireworks to know I’m changing. I don’t need certainty to trust the direction I'm walking in.
Because the truth is, most of the time we’re not lost. We’re just standing at the edge of the next chapter, waiting for permission to turn the page.
But the thing is..(I find myself saying that a lot lol).
The thing is,I’m learning that… No one else gets to write the next scene. No one else gets to decide the rhythm,pacing or the tone. No one else gets to choose the woman I’m becoming.
THAT’S MINE!
And maybe it’s not that complex. Maybe this is the part of the story where I fall in love with my life again-
with my choices, with my growth, my courage with the woman who refused to settle for the version of herself that stayed small.
Maybe this is the soft beginning of everything I prayed for. the moment the music swells and the camera pans out,
