4.22.25 // Impressing my 90- Year Old Self

I’m always trying to impress my 90-year-old self.
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She’s wise and weathered, soft around the edges but sharp where it counts. She knows what mattered. She remembers every moment I stood on the edge of the unknown and chose to leap anyway.
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This season feels like one of those moments.
The kind that asks for courage, not certainty.
The kind that invites change in... not because it’s easy, but because staying the same would be a quiet kind of heartbreak.
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I don’t know exactly where this path leads.
But I know she’s out there in the future, that 90-year-old me,  smiling, knowing this is one of those chapters I’ll be proud I wrote.