There are versions of myself I no longer inhabit, but I do not discard them. They remain as completed drafts—accurate for the time they belonged to. I have learned that growth is not replacement, but coexistence with what no longer leads me forward
There are versions of myself I no longer inhabit, but I do not discard them. They remain as completed drafts—accurate for the time they belonged to. I have learned that growth is not replacement, but coexistence with what no longer leads me forward