But I'm realizing that wanting to know isn't the same as knowing. And pretending certainty when you feel confusion is exhausting.

I change my mind about things constantly. Last year I was sure I wanted to move to the city. Now I'm not. I thought I knew what kind of work fulfilled me, but turns out I was just good at it, which is different. I had opinions about people and situations that seemed absolutely solid until I experienced them from a different angle and realized I was wrong.

The scariest part isn't the not-knowing itself. It's that everyone around me seems so sure. My friends have plans. My family has expectations. Even strangers on the internet know exactly what they want and aren't afraid to say it. And here I am, still figuring out if I even like the things I thought I liked.

Maybe that's okay? Maybe being inexperienced and uncertain isn't something I need to hide. Maybe it's actually honest. 🤷‍♀️

What if the goal isn't to figure it all out right now, but to be brave enough to keep changing your mind?