This corner of my garden has gone through so many evolutions, and I’ve loved every single one. As the garden grows older, it gets richer—more colors, more textures, more depth. It’s fuller, creamier, velvety, and just deliciously alive.
It’s the same with us, isn’t it? We all evolve, layer by layer. But here’s the funny thing—we rarely look back kindly on who we used to be. We cringe at the horrible clothes, the garish makeup, the awkward moments. Why? Those versions of us weren’t failures—they were building blocks. If we like who we are now, it’s because those earlier versions did the work.
And yet, one day, we’ll look back on today and think we could’ve done better. That’s the wild truth—it’s never-ending. Growth is a constant, relentless process. But here’s the real magic: if we’re evolving into these richer, fuller, velvety, creamy, and utterly insane versions of ourselves, isn’t that something to celebrate? Every past version of us deserves a little love for getting us here. Life isn’t about reaching a perfect state—it’s about becoming more deliciously complex with every phase. Aging like fine wine isn’t just a cute aspiration; it’s a practice. Layering on colors, textures, and flavors, embracing every bold or messy step along the way. Like the garden, we’re always becoming something richer, more alive, and infinitely more interesting. So here’s to us: the garish, the polished, the wild, and the wonderfully messy. We’re all of it, and we’re better for it. Cheers to evolving, always!
