You’re not really supposed to read something like this.
It’s a journal I’ve left open.
Not for answers. Not for advice. Just for the things I haven’t figured out yet.
I write to make sense of things while they’re happening – not after they’re resolved.
Which means some of this contradicts itself. Some of it doesn’t quite land. Some of it changes halfway through.
It’s not polished. It’s not finished. It’s just… here.
Like something left open on a kitchen counter. You can read it, or not.
You don’t have to relate to it. You don’t even have to agree.
But if you’re curious, you can look.
If you’re new here, start with what stayed > Best of Becoming, Lucy
Or read this first > The problem with feeling okay – What if nothing being wrong, doesn’t actually mean anything is right?
Or don’t start anywhere specific > Open the Journal.
Stay as long as something holds your attention.
Welcome to the in-between,
Lucy
Becoming, Lucy 