There’s a version of you, that you wish you were.

More consistent.
More graceful.
More capable.

More like the self you promised you’d be by now.

But sometimes, the gap between who you are and who you think you should be… 

It becomes a quiet kind of suffering.

You chase an ideal.
You punish the present.

And all the while, you forget to see the one who’s already here.

The version of you who has been
growing quietly in the cracks. 

Soft, weary, worthy.

What if this version of you, (the one you overlook, dismiss, or judge),
is the only one who can carry you forward?

You don’t have to become ‘her’ yet.

You just have to begin by seeing her now.