Redominatelife

A year ago, I had a personal picture of what life might look like by now. Quite detailed — a sense that things would feel steadier, lighter, more put together. I imagined progress as something obvious, something I could point to and say, there it is.

Life today doesn’t match that picture exactly. Some parts are slower than I expected. Some answers I thought I’d have are still forming. Yet when I pause long enough to look honestly, I can see something real: growth in recovery. Not the dramatic kind, but the kind that shows up in how I respond, how I rest, and how I keep going .

Recovery, I’ve learned, doesn’t announce itself. It slips in quietly. It looks like returning to yourself without rushing. It looks like choosing patience with pressure. A year ago, I imagined life improving by changing the outside. What actually changed was my ability to stay present with what is.

The unique part of this moment is how my imagination has shifted. I no longer imagine the future as a finish line. Instead, I imagine it as a series of small, livable moments—each one teaching me how to stand again. Life today may not be what I pictured, but it feels more honest. And that honesty, I’ve realized, is its own kind of progress.

Until next time .