11/09/2026
Can we please talk about progress? Because I think we've been lied to about what it's supposed to look like.
I think we all begin with full of hope, a little naive, ready to grow. And I did grow, a little. Enough to feel proud. Enough to think, "okay, I've got this." I even learned something along the way. Things were looking up.
And then things went downhill. Not a little dip, either, a real one. The kind that makes you question if you were ever actually moving forward at all. And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, it did. It got a bit worse. I sat there, at the bottom, wondering if this was it. Wondering if I'd imagined the growth in the first place.
Be honest with yourself for a moment, have you been there too? That place where you're not falling apart, exactly, but you're definitely not "growing" either. Where the plant on your windowsill is doing better than you feel like you're doing?
Here's the part nobody tells you: I grew a little more, right there in the mess. Quietly. Without fanfare. And then things got better. Not perfect, better. I picked my head up. I struggled again, because that's just what happens, that's just what living looks like. But I picked myself back up.
And I'm still here. Still going.
If your progress looks like a heart monitor having an existential crisis instead of a clean line going up and to the right, you're not doing it wrong. You're doing it right. Nobody's growth is a straight line. Not mine, not yours, not anyone's whose life you've quietly admired from the outside.
So tell me, where are you on the chart right now? Climbing, dipping, or picking yourself back up? Drop it in the comments. No judgment here, just the company.🤗🤗