Hey…
Before we get into today, let me take a second and acknowledge something real.
I know who I am.
I know who I was.
And I know who I continue to be.

I’m someone who’s taken hits I didn’t see coming.
Someone who’s rebuilt more times than I planned.
Someone who keeps showing up even when the weight tries to convince me not to.
And if you’re here listening, maybe you’re built the same way.
So… let’s talk about where we go next.

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And if you’ve been walking beside me through all of this—
the rubble,
the ledge,
the rebuilding,
the moments where the voice cracks because the truth gets too close—
then you know this isn’t about pretending things are fine.
It’s about facing what hurts and choosing to move anyway.

But today…
today is about direction.
And I’m not sugarcoating it.

There comes a point
where you can’t keep turning around to stare at the wreck behind you.
Because when you do that—
when you keep checking the past like it has some kind of new answer for you—
you’re not healing.
You’re looping.
You’re freezing your feet in wet cement and calling it reflection.

But reflection isn’t the problem.
Attachment is.

Yeah, the past happened.
It carved you.
It hardened the parts of you that needed bones.
It softened the parts that needed heart.
It taught you through the kind of lessons you don’t forget because they left fingerprints.
But once the lesson is learned,
continuing to look backward is just letting the wound re-open every time the wind changes.

And that’s stagnation.
And stagnation is just drowning in slow motion.

So Day 13 is this right here:
a stop sign.
A reset.
A moment where you say out loud—
“I’ve carried enough. I’ve looked back long enough. I’m done with that chapter.”

Not because the past doesn’t matter.
But because it already gave you everything useful it had.
The rest is dead weight.
And we don’t build futures out of dead weight.

Who you were?
That version of you survived things people don’t even know about.
Respect that.
But don’t worship it.

Who you are?
This version right here—
the one listening, breathing, trying—
this is the person carving a new path out of the leftovers of a life that collapsed.
This is the version with clarity, with grit, with boundaries that didn’t exist before.

And who you continue to be?
That’s someone who can walk forward without dragging every broken piece behind them like a chain.
Someone who can build from a place of intention,
not fear.
Someone who can say, “This is who I am now,”
and not apologize for outgrowing who they used to be.

So where do we go next?

Forward.
Even if the road is jagged.
Even if your confidence is still limping.
Even if all you’ve got is the faint belief that somehow, some way, you were built for more than the collapse you crawled out of.

Forward is motion.
Forward is breath.
Forward is the only direction where anything new can happen.

So take one step today.
Not a leap.
Just a step.
One movement that tells the universe,
“I’m not done.”

Because you’re not.
You walked through fire.
You climbed out of rubble.
You stood on the ledge and didn’t fall.
Now it’s time to face forward and let the past finally rest behind you.

Not erased.
Not forgotten.
Just… done.

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And as we close out Day 13, let me say this one more time:
I honor who I was.
I stand firm in who I am.
And I choose who I’m becoming.

Forward.
Only forward.
That’s the direction now.
I’ll meet you there tomorrow.

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