Meaning in a word...

Transformations is a word thrown around a lot, yet we don't tend to recognise it when we are in the middle of it.

We say 'oh I will be working on this', or 'oh yes, what I went through was so transformative.'

But here in this moment, I feel like I'm in the eye of the transformative storm.

My mind wurling away with my thoughts, ideas, and plans. My fears and anxieties are present, but at times, I am able to push through and am able to go after what I desire. Feeling the fluctuations of my two self's, of who I was and who I'd become.

I plan and work towards the future me, the one whose footsteps haunt my dreams, filling me with desire to be there with her already. Rush and greet her like an old friend.

Yet the journey is the slow path. It has to be taken. Taken to get to the desired ending. As our life is a patchwork of lessons, heartbreak, and brilliance that creates us into those versions of us we dream to be .