Still Becoming

A work in progress.

To the girl who doesn’t stay still —

You’ve always loved your people, your roots, your home.

But the unknown? That’s where you breathe.

You’ve never followed the script.

You’ve chased change. Chosen the leap.

And even when it’s messy or lonely or unclear — you keep beginning again.

They say you’re running.

But you’re not.

You’re reaching.

For meaning. For growth. For the next piece of yourself.

Travel, for you, isn’t escape.

It’s how you learn.

How you connect.

How you meet the version of you that only exists in new places,

in quiet mornings somewhere unfamiliar,

in the kindness of a stranger,

in the mirror of a different sky.

Each fresh start brings you closer —

to the life you’re still building,

to the dream you keep redefining.

You’ve fallen. You’ve flown.

You’ve changed your mind.

You’ve trusted your gut.

And every time, you came back wiser.

More grounded. More you.

Starting over isn’t failure.

It’s faith.

It’s freedom.

It’s your superpower.

You’re not lost.

You’re still becoming.