My Life Doesn’t Look Like I Thought It Would

I used to have a map in my head. A checklist. A timeline.

By now, I was supposed to be… more.

More stable. More certain. More proud of what I’ve built.

But here I am, staring at a version of my life that doesn’t match the vision.

And the worst part?

I can’t tell if I made the wrong choices — or if life just made them for me.

So I’m dropping this.

Not for sympathy.

Not for feedback.

Just to say it out loud — because pretending I’m “living the dream” is starting to feel like a lie.

If you’re here too… I see you.

We’re not broken.

Just... rerouted.