Beautiful Things Take Time

I’ve come to realize that not everything in life happens when we want it to. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, love doesn’t instantly fix the pain, and growth doesn’t come without struggle. For a long time, I wanted everything fast fast answers, fast love, fast healing. But life kept showing me that the most beautiful things take time.

I’ve been broken. I’ve been through hurt that left me questioning my worth, questioning if I’d ever feel whole again. I’ve given too much, overloved, over-poured into people who weren’t ready to receive me. And I’ve been the one who needed fixing while trying to heal everyone else. But through all of it, I see now it’s the process that shapes me.

It’s in the waiting, in the silence, in the nights I thought I wouldn’t make it through, that I’ve been learning patience. Learning to trust that even the pain is part of my becoming. Learning that scars are proof that I survived, not proof that I’m unworthy.

Beautiful things take time. And so do I. I’m learning to give myself that grace to stop rushing, to stop comparing, to stop doubting. To let my healing unfold, my growth bloom, my love deepen, all in its own time.

I am a work in progress. But progress is still progress. And when I finally bloom, it will be something no rush, no shortcut, no easy way could have ever given me.

🌸 I am becoming, and I am worth the time it takes.