"Becoming" At 31, I stand at a crossroads, the map smudged, the signs unclear. I teach, I try, I give what I can— in classrooms, in conversations, in quiet moments of hope. I chase dreams between Zoom calls and hypnotherapy sessions, wondering what legacy lingers after the lights go out. There was once a fire— promise, potential, drive. Is it still there? Buried, maybe. But not gone. I go to the gym, fight battles no one sees: a slice of pizza, a whisper of doubt. But I show up— and that counts for something. I may not know what the future looks like, but I know this: I’m still becoming. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for now