… at some point I forgot who I was. I forgot there was no set path. I forgot the walls that pop up in front of us are not stopping points, but arrows pointing us towards new paths we’ve never taken.

Why did I panic? Why did I lose confidence? Why did I forget we’re always moving and change is nothing new. Why did I listen to all the wrong voices?

Well… it’s a part of the story. It’s a detour on the journey of life. We all collect scars & bruises, but we can also continue walking forward.