Things We Forget

I’ll be content, but never complacent. Growth isn’t about chasing more—it’s about becoming more.

In three years, I’ll try to have built something that helps others—maybe through words, maybe through action. Impact will replace insecurity.

Maybe I’ll move to Kenosha. Maybe I won’t. But the essence of who I am will stay—hopeful, curious, unafraid to begin again.

No overbooked weeks or burnout weekends. My schedule will reflect my priorities, not my people-pleasing.

I’ll care less about getting everything right, and more about doing what feels true. This could be dangerous, or get me in trouble, so it would have to be done…

In three years, self-acceptance won’t be my practice—it’ll be my lifestyle. Comfort in my own company will be the greatest peace.

I won’t water myself down to be small. I’ll speak the truth, even if my voice shakes.

By then, I’ll be the person I once needed—someone who listens deeply, helps freely, and believes fully. What will your life be like in three years? Comment to let me…

My words will no longer come from pain—they’ll come from understanding. Healing will be my co-author.

Three years from now, I’ll stop saying “someday” and start saying “why not today?”