I am Becoming

I love the word ‘becoming’.

It implies that I am not where I used to be.
That growth has taken place.
That change, no matter how small, is evident and purposeful.

I love the word ‘becoming’.

It signifies that the progress that I’ve made to date can be celebrated, even though I have far still to go.
That I can acknowledge and accept that this is a journey, and that I am still moving forward, albeit slowly at times.

I love the word ‘becoming’.

It promises that there is always room to grow.
Room to learn.
Room to blossom and to flourish.

Becoming brings grace.
Becoming brings freedom.
Becoming brings peace.

I love the word ‘becoming’; for if there is one thing that I am, it is that.