I used to think 'finding myself' was about uncovering something hidden, like a buried treasure. Now I suspect it's more like learning to recognize the constellations already shining above me. It's less excavation and more gardening, I think. Tending to what's already sprouting, coaxing it toward the light instead of digging for some perfect, untouched seed. The map isn't the territory, and the territory isn't static. Every breath subtly reshapes the landscape of who I am, and the trick is learning to navigate that constant becoming without losing true north.