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Mr. Her

10/7/2025

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A Postcard for the In-Between

We’re not quite who we used to be.

The girl who overextended, over apologized, and overlooked herself is no longer running the show.

But we're also not fully her yet—the woman we imagine in our quietest moments. The one with a slower breath. Softer boundaries. Sharper instincts.

We’re somewhere in between.

And that is sacred ground.

✦ This Is Where Becoming Happens

It doesn’t always look graceful.

Some days, we're proud of how far we’ve come.

Other days, we question everything and wonder if we’re actually growing or just getting good at hiding it.

But here’s what we don’t always see:

Becoming happens in the unseen.

It’s in the pause before the reply.

The breath before the boundary.

The tear we let fall instead of swallowing.

The outfit we put on just for ourselves.

We’re healing in ways our past selves didn’t think were possible.

✦ We’re Not Behind. We’re In Progress.

I know it feels like everyone else got the blueprint.

They seem so sure, so collected. But even the most “put-together” women have in-between seasons—their own quiet chaos, silent endings, slow risings.

We don’t need to rush toward the version of us that feels “final.”

Let her come softly.

Let her bloom without announcement.

We’re not late. We’re landing.

✦ The Becoming Is in the Repeating

Healing isn’t one big moment.

It’s brushing our hair gently.

Making our bed even when no one sees it.

Leaving the conversation that no longer fits.

Choosing rest when our old self would’ve hustled.

Drinking water like we deserve hydration.

Saying “no” and not performing the guilt.

It’s not loud.

It’s not perfect.

But it’s real.

And real is enough.

✦ A Final Note to Her

To the woman we’re becoming—

We are not just a vision. We are in motion.

We are not an idea waiting to be finished. We are already worthy, already whole, even here.

And one day, we’ll look back at this in-between season and realize:

This is where I chose myself.

This is where I softened without breaking.

This is where I became her.