I was looking through old photos today and realized how much life can change in just a year.

Sometimes I miss the girl I used to be. Not because she was happier or better, but because she knew less. She believed more easily. She trusted people faster. She wasn't carrying all the lessons I carry now.

But then I think about everything that happened, every mistake, every heartbreak, every unexpected adventure, and I realize I wouldn't trade any of it.

Now growing up for me isn't becoming someone new but it's finally becoming yourself.

s there a version of yourself you sometimes miss?