A Letter to Myself (In the Middle of Becoming)

Dear me,

I don’t know who you’ll become in the next five years, or ten years from now.
But I want to pause here — right in this moment — and say this:

I am proud of you.
I love you.
And you are doing a really good job taking care of yourself. 🤍

If I look back to last year — or even to the first time I met my husband — my life began to change. Not in small, quiet ways, but in big, undeniable ones. Changes that felt scary at times, but deeply positive.

I still don’t fully understand how it all aligned.
All I know is that it did.

So today, I want to say thank you — to the Universe, to God, and to my own karma.
He came into my life at the right time, when I had already decided that I was ready for marriage. And somehow, we both knew: right time, right people, for life.

I’m grateful that it works. I’m grateful that it feels grounded.

I admire him deeply. Not because he changed me, but because he expanded me.

Through him, my perspective on people shifted. On socialising. On connection. On how we cannot live forever as islands — too individualistic, too guarded. At some point, we need another human being. Someone to grow with, not just walk beside.

And then there’s money — funny, really.
I’m an accountant, yet I carried such a traditional perspective around money for so long. Safe. Predictable. Limited. I didn’t even realise it until life started nudging me to evolve.

Now, I feel myself changing.
Learning. Questioning. Re-imagining.

I hope I find my own way out of my comfort zone — and into a path where money flows in a more modern way. Because clearly, millennials and Gen Z are doing something differently. Maybe better. Maybe braver.

I don’t have all the answers yet.
I wonder if I need to learn faster. Research more. Expose myself to new environments.

But deep down, I know this:
Action matters more than overthinking.

My intuition is sharp. I can feel it.
The challenge is that my environment is still quiet, traditional, familiar. And sometimes that makes movement feel heavier than it needs to be.

Still — I trust that I’m on my way.

This is not a finished story.
This is a moment of becoming.

And for now, that is enough.

With love,
Me