Some days I wish I could go back.
Not for a do-over — just to hold certain moments a little tighter…
To feel how soft life used to be.
To appreciate what I didn’t realize I could lose.

I’ve lost a lot.
Not just things — but versions of myself.
Stability. Confidence. Dreams I didn’t think would be interrupted.
And if I’m honest, I carry regret for the time I didn’t fully live.
For the “I’ll do it later” moments that never circled back around.
For the times I stayed quiet, hidden, or too insecure to move.

But here I am…
And that means something.

Despite it all — the grief, the shame, the mess — I’m still standing.
I still get to choose.
I still get to rebuild, even if it looks nothing like before.

So today, I’m grateful.
Not in a pretty, Instagram-perfect way. But in a real, worn-out but still willing kind of way.

I’m grateful for the lessons in the loss.
For the resilience I didn’t know I had.
For the clarity that came from watching time slip through my fingers.
And most of all — I’m grateful for this moment…
Because this is still time I can use.

If you’re reading this and you’ve ever felt behind… you’re not.
You’re just becoming.
And it’s not too late.