I was chasing the wrong versions of myself, running after the me that other people wanted me to be, and that was never me. That version of me was always going to fail, because she didn't know who she was yet. Running in circles, all those dead ends and detours, I always came back around to where I started. This is me now. This is my beginning. I'm not chasing anything. I'm not running anymore. I'm just living, loving, creating the version of me I was meant to be. The birth of me. My rising. She finally made it home.