I catch myself sometimes lamenting the good ol' days as we all do. Lamenting the version I was when I was younger. The physical fearlessness, the greater confidence, the sharpness, the quickness, the accomplishments, the forward presence and energy ready to take on the world. And I miss her. I think that's normal.

But then I look at these bright, mischievous eyes of mine and see so much more than my younger version could ever imagine me capable of. Every victory, every loss, every sacrifice, every lesson experienced, every piece of wisdom earned, every love given, every scar still healing carries a gift and a story within it and I can't help but be…

Moved …

The version I am now is exactly who I've always wanted to be.

And my younger self would be so proud of her. 💗