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This morning, I looked in the mirror — and it felt like I was staring at a stranger.

Not in a dramatic, movie-scene kind of way. Just… real. Quiet. Startling.

I stood there thinking, Who is this woman? And more importantly, when did she get here?

Every day starts the same. Up around 5… maybe 6. Brush teeth. Shower. Clothes on. Out the door by 7. From that moment forward, the day devours me whole. Responsibilities. Conversations. Decisions. Deadlines. Smiling when I’m tired. Pushing when I’d rather pause. Before I know it, it’s night — and I’m crawling into bed wondering where the hours went.

Five months. Gone.

My loctician retwisted my hair, and I realized I couldn’t even remember the last time I slowed down long enough to care for it, my hair, intentionally. That small realization felt loud. Because it wasn’t just about hair. It was about me.

Somewhere between being responsible and being reliable… between showing up for everyone else and handling “business as usual”… I slipped into autopilot.

I sit by the window sometimes, staring out like I’m expecting the sky to answer me back. I’m looking for something. Hoping for something. Trying to understand how a life I prayed for can sometimes feel like a blur I’m barely present in.

Even my space feels unfamiliar. I declutter. I throw things away. I promise myself I’m simplifying. Yet somehow more fills the room. More expectations. More growth. More versions of me.

And here’s the truth: I’m not lost.

But I am evolving.

The journey feels long. The road feels dark. And maybe that darkness isn’t confusion — maybe it’s transformation. Maybe it’s the uncomfortable stretch between who I was and who I’m becoming.

So today, I’m not just asking who this woman in the mirror is.

I’m asking if I’m bold enough to meet her fully.

If you’ve felt the shift… if you’ve felt time move faster than your heart can process… if you’ve felt powerful and uncertain at the same time —

Stay with me.

We’re about to unpack this.