Who are you Becoming?

We talk a lot about who we want to be.
The best version of ourselves.
The version who finally has it all figured out, and the feelings we have attached to that arrival, including what our lives might look like once we just muster up enough effort to achieve it.

Lately, I’ve been thinking less about who I want to be, and more about who I’m becoming. 

Because becoming isn’t loud.
It doesn’t usually happen in highlight moments.
It happens in the mundane.
On random Mondays.
In whatever fills your day.

It happens in the in-between seasons.
In the years that ask more of you than you expected.
In moments where you’re holding grief, growth, hope, and disappointment…all at once.

This past year taught me that becoming often looks like survival before it looks like strength.
It’s messier than the Pinterest quote you have saved. Less polished. More human.

Sometimes becoming means learning how to stay soft in a season that could harden you.
Sometimes it means choosing peace over potential. Sometimes it means letting go of something you prayed for because God is doing something deeper than you can see.

Sometimes becoming is quite literally the small, ordinary decisions that fill your days, weeks, and months, the habits and rhythms that quietly shape your life.

Becoming isn’t one big moment.
You don’t wake up suddenly healed, confident, or whole.
You wake up realizing you’re responding differently.
You look back and think, somewhere along the way, I changed.

So what’s filling your days?
What habits and rhythms are shaping your life?
What thought patterns do you return to when no one is speaking into them?

Because those quiet, repeated choices are forming you slowly into someone. 

For a long time, I thought becoming meant fixing everything that felt broken in me.
But that often left me looking the part without feeling it.
And if I’ve learned anything, it’s this: what your life feels like matters more than what it looks like.

I’m learning that becoming isn’t about fixing, it’s about integrating.
Holding the parts of your story that shaped you without letting them define you.
Allowing grief to soften you, not shrink you.
Letting faith be a place of refuge, not pressure or perfection, knowing it was never meant to be a bandage for pain.

There’s something deeply sacred about who you’re becoming when no one is watching.
The choices you make in private.
The way you speak to yourself after disappointment.
The courage it takes to walk away from what no longer aligns.

And maybe becoming doesn’t look like everything working out right now.
Maybe it looks like clarity instead of certainty.
Discernment instead of direction.
Healing instead of fleeting happiness.

Maybe becoming is learning how to trust God without needing all the answers.
How to trust yourself after seasons where you didn’t.
How to believe that the version of you emerging is worthy, even if she’s still unfinished.

So I’ll ask you what I’ve been asking myself lately:

Who are you becoming?

Not who you were.
Not who you think you should be.
But who is being shaped by the way you live, think, and love right now.

The most beautiful versions of ourselves are often formed in the quiet, unseen seasons
when we choose honesty, faith, and softness over rushing the outcome.

And maybe that’s been the point all along; to enjoy the journey of Blissfully becoming.

Xoxo, B