What does arriving look like? What does it feel like?

When I was younger, I thought arriving meant having the dream career, the cushy salary, the house, the car, the 2.5 kids, and maybe even a cat and dog to complete the picture. But as I grew into myself, I learned that “arriving” is none of those things—and somehow all of them at the same time.

Arriving looks different for each of us because it is shaped by our experiences. Our experiences are unique; they mold us, stretch us, and ultimately determine how we show up in the world.

Recently, I had an aha moment. In that moment I realized that life isn’t about becoming a “better” version of myself—she already existed. Life is about finally reaching the place where you can recognize her.

So I arrived...
I arrived at peace.
I arrived at happiness.
I arrived at purpose.