Dear Becoming Me, You don't have a five-year plan anymore. No perfect script to follow. Just this quiet knowing that what's next will be different and better. You used to think certainty meant safety, but now you're learning that not knowing doesn't mean you're lost. It means you re alive. Because somewhere between who you were and who you're becoming, there's this softer, freer version of you; the one who finally trusts the unknown. Love, The version of you that's learning to let life unfold gently