I think stagnancy has been lingering around me. Maybe peace is so quiet that it feels almost unsettling. Maybe that’s why I keep asking myself if i'm moving forward or standing still.
Sometimes I wonder if i've lost my words.. not because they’re gone, but because life has been so still, so calm, that i don’t know where to begin. Is this peace or is it numbness? Is this the peace ive been fighting for? Or something I don’t understand yet?
I catch myself missing me. But what me? What me do I miss? I think this is the best me yet. I love this version of me more than any other i've known. Theres a part of me that wonders if in becoming this new me has put me in some sort of identity crisis…
It’s strange to sit in the middle of growth and be still at once. I think this is what becoming looks like.