I don’t change through discipline or friction. It happens in a moment. A belief crumbles. The old version of me ceases to exist. Values realign instantly. I’m not who I was, and not yet who I’m becoming. I just live inside the new version long enough, and the compounding is what people call transformation.
Beliefs keep you safe when you don’t trust yourself
I used to believe hangry would always happen whenever I was hungry. Fasting wasn’t even on the table. I encountered enough information to make me curious to try it. What I learned wasn’t that I could fast. It was that my belief was a self-imposed limitation that crumbled with self-trust.
Deciding isn’t healing
Everything is moving in the direction of healing, and still I’m surprised by how stubbornly my body holds on. I keep thinking I’ve already decided. Why does this keep coming back? My mind has closed this chapter, but the body keeps its own calendar.