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A Walking Question Mark
Last week I wrote about becoming. This week, I’m realizing I’m still figuring it out. I think the older I get, the more pressure I put on myself. I keep thinking I should have more answers by now, more certainty, more direction. But if I’m honest… I’m still so very confused. Sometimes it feels like I’m just existing in the in-between. I’m not happy. I’m not sad. I’m not angry. I’m just… here. Who even am I? It’s a question I find myself asking more often than I’d like to admi
Tatiyana Whitley
5 days ago1 min read
The Art of Becoming
Ugh... where do I even start? I feel like I've been here before... but not really. Maybe that's the funny thing about growth. We think we're starting over, when really we're just meeting another version of ourselves. Lately, I've been realizing that I truly am reinventing myself over and over again. Not because I'm lost, but because I'm allowing myself the space to become the person each season of life is asking me to be. Life has already taught me so much, yet I know there's
Tatiyana Whitley
Jul 171 min read
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