Hermosa, Sis, Can We Talk About the Person You Thought You'd Be by Now?

Okay, I'm just gonna say it — because I think a lot of us are walking around with this quiet heartbreak that nobody wants to name out loud.

I'm talking about the grief of not being the person you thought you would be by now.

I've felt it. And if you're honest with yourself, I bet you have too.

I remember having this invisible checklist in my head — the kind nobody gave me but somehow I had memorized. Business thriving. Check. Financial goals met. Check. All the inner work DONE. Check. The version of me I'd been building toward? Fully arrived. Check.

Except — that's not exactly how it went, ¿verdad?

And here's the thing nobody talks about: there's grief in that gap. Real, tender, sometimes debilitating grief. Not the kind with a name or a ceremony, but the kind that shows up at 2am, or when you scroll too long, or when someone asks "how's the business going?" and you have to decide how honest to be.

Y'all, I had to go through a season of actually grieving that imagined version of me before I could show up for the real one. So let's talk about it.

She Was Never a Promise

That version of you — the one who was supposed to have it all together by now? She was built on old information. A younger you dreamed her up before she knew what the journey would actually ask of you.

Before the plot twists. Before the lessons. Before the growth that only comes through the hard stuff.

She didn't know what you'd face. She didn't know you'd have to choose yourself over and over again in rooms where nobody was clapping. She didn't know how long some healing actually takes.

She was doing her best. And so were you. But she was never a promise — she was a possibility. And possibilities don't have deadlines.

What Helped Me Let Go

I had to actually sit with the loss. Not bypass it. Not hustle past it. Sit. With. It.

I wrote a letter to the Marti I thought I was supposed to be. I thanked her. I told her why I had to release her. It sounds dramatic, but it was one of the most freeing things I ever did.

Then I looked at who I actually am. Not the gap. Not the comparison. Me. Right now.

Chula, when I did that honestly? I saw someone who has built something real. Who has helped real women. Who has more wisdom, more depth, and more self-knowledge than that imagined version ever could have had.

That's not me being arrogant. That's me finally being fair to myself

You Are Not Behind

You're not behind. You're becoming. And the version of you that is right here, right now — in this imperfect, still-in-progress moment — she is worthy of your full presence.

Not your leftovers. Not your "once I get there" energy. Your full, present, committed self.

Honor where you are. Not because you're settling — but because this is where the real work happens. This is where the next chapter begins. And she — the woman you're becoming — she needs you here, not lost in grief over who you weren't.

I love you, Chulas. Now go give yourself some flowers for how far you've come.

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