The Hallway Between Who You Were and Who You’re Becoming

Read This When…

• You’re stuck between who you were and who you’re becoming.
• You’re tired of waiting for it all to make sense.
• Fear is louder than faith—and you just need a sign to keep going.

Let’s start with the part no one talks about.

Becoming her isn’t a glow-up.
It’s a dismantling.

It’s peeling off layers you thought were permanent.
It’s grieving versions of you that once kept you safe.

Everyone celebrates the moment it all comes together.
But no one writes about the hallway.

Hallways aren’t meant to be lived in.
They’re transition space—
between the door you slammed shut and the one you’re not sure you’re ready to open.

No clarity. No closure. Just you, standing in the middle, hoping the floor doesn’t give out.

Here’s the truth:
You don’t find her by waiting.
You find her by walking—through the unknown, through fear, through doubt that feels louder than your faith.

And when meeting her feels impossible, remember:
She’s not a stranger. She’s a future you who’s counting on you to move.

What I’m Learning Right Now:

I thought growth would feel like power. Like arrival.
But it feels like wearing skin that doesn’t fit while everyone expects you to smile like it still does.

I’m caught between who I’ve been and who I’m becoming—and both feel like strangers some days.

Here’s what I know now:
Clarity doesn’t show up before the leap.
It shows up after.

You jump on instinct.
You jump because staying the same terrifies you more than the fall.

Letter to the Woman I’m Becoming—

You didn’t wait for life to feel easy.
You moved anyway.

You didn’t beg for guarantees.
You bet on yourself.

You walked away from comfort to chase alignment—
even when it cost you certainty.

Fear stretched you—but never stopped you.

Gratitude lived in your bones.
You dropped to your knees—not in desperation, but in awe of the life you chose to live.

You stayed soft.
Bitterness never broke you.
You believed in the good—
in people, in yourself, in moments that hadn’t arrived yet.

I hope you barely recognize me now—
because that means you grew.

You didn’t settle for a life that looked good.
You built the one that felt like freedom.

Do the hard things.
Not because they’ll make you her—
but because they’ll prove you already are becoming.

Sincerely,

Ellyette

Each week, I write to my younger self… now I want to hear from you.

Finish this sentence:

“Dear Little Me, I want you to know…”

Reply with your line — I’ll share a few next week, so we can write this story together.

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