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- You are holding onto a version of yourself that no longer exists, and you think it’s loyalty, but it’s actually just fear wearing a familiar coat. I want you to close your eyes for just a second. Not for long. Just long enough to picture someone from five years ago. Maybe ten. Picture them standing in their kitchen, or sitting on a bus, or lying awake at 3 a.m. Remember what they were carrying? The weight of that specific moment. The confusion, the heartbreak, the naive hope, or the sheer exhaustion of trying to keep it all together. Now open your eyes. Look at where you are right now. You are different. You have changed. But there is this strange, quiet habit we all have where we treat that past person like a ghost haunting our present. We talk about her with a mix of pity and pride. We say things like, 'She would be so proud of me,' or 'I can’t believe she went through that.' And while those thoughts feel sweet, they can also become a trap. Because when we idealize that past self, we stop seeing her as a human being who was doing her best with the tools she had. Instead, we turn her into a statue. A monument. And statues don’t breathe. Statues don’t get to make mistakes anymore. They just stand there, judging us for not being perfect. Here is the thing I’ve learned after interviewing dozens of women who have rebuilt their lives from the ground up. The biggest obstacle isn’t always the trauma itself. It isn’t the job loss, the divorce, or the illness. The biggest obstacle is often the relationship we have with our own history. We look back and we feel this overwhelming sense of pity. We see how young we were, how blind we were, how much we suffered. And instead of letting that pain wash over us and then pass through, we cling to it. We hold it tight because it feels like proof of how far we’ve come. If I wasn’t hurt before, how do I know I’m healed now? But here is the hard truth: honoring your past self does not mean living in her shadow. It doesn’t mean treating her wounds as if they are still fresh every single day. When we refuse to let go of that old identity, we deny our current self the space to grow. We tell ourselves, 'I am still that broken person,' when really, you are the person who survived. There is a difference. A huge one. One leaves you stuck in the wreckage. The other lets you walk away from it, looking back only to acknowledge the path, not to stay on it. Think about a scar. When you first get a cut, it bleeds. It throbs. It demands all your attention. You touch it constantly. You worry about infection. But over time, the skin closes. The color fades. It becomes part of your body, yes, but it stops being the story. You don’t introduce yourself by saying, 'Hi, I have a scar on my knee.' You might mention it if asked, but it’s not your name. Your name is Jane. Or Sarah. Or Maria. It’s not 'The Girl Who Lost Everything.' That was a chapter. A very important, very painful chapter, but a chapter nonetheless. Honoring your past self means acknowledging that chapter without letting it write the rest of the book. It means looking at that younger version of you and saying, 'I see you. I hear you. You did what you thought you needed to do to survive.' But then you also have to say, 'And I am here now. And I am safe. And I am allowed to move forward.' This separation is crucial. We often confuse memory with identity. We think if we forget the pain, we are forgetting the lesson. But you can honor the lesson without carrying the pain. You can remember the struggle without letting it dictate your choices today. Your past shaped you, but it does not own you. Not unless you give it the keys. There is a certain grief in outgrowing who you used to be. It’s subtle. It happens when you realize that the things that used to comfort you no longer work. The same friend who helped you cry in college might not understand you now. The same coping mechanism that got you through a bad breakup might be keeping you from finding a good one. Letting go of that past self can feel like a betrayal. It feels like you are abandoning her. But you aren’t. You are evolving. Growth requires shedding. Snakes do this. Trees do this. We do this too. Every time you choose a new boundary, you are leaving behind an older version of yourself who didn’t know how to set limits. Every time you speak up for your needs, you are leaving behind the version of you who stayed silent to keep the peace. It hurts. It always hurts a little. But it is necessary. You cannot honor your past self by staying small. You honor her by becoming the woman she hoped she could be. The woman who is free. The woman who is kind to herself. The woman who trusts her own voice. That is the true tribute. Not staying stuck in the dark, but stepping into the light, even if it means leaving her behind in the shadows where she belongs. So how do we practice this? How do we honor without holding on? I love the idea of writing a letter. Not to fix anything. Not to change the past. But to witness it. Sit down with a pen and paper. Write to that younger version of you. Tell her what you wish she had known. But more importantly, tell her what you see now. Tell her, 'I am okay. I am growing. I am not afraid of you anymore.' Then, read it aloud. Feel the words. Notice how your body reacts. Do you feel lighter? Do you feel tears? That’s release. That’s the breath moving through you. This act creates distance. It puts space between the memory and the emotion. It allows you to look at the past with compassion rather than attachment. You can love her without living with her. You can respect her journey without repeating it. This is how we reclaim our present. By making room for the person we are becoming. The person who is ready to live fully, deeply, and authentically. Not defined by what happened, but defined by what is happening right now. In this moment. With this breath. Ultimately, honoring your past self is an active practice. It’s not just a thought in your head. It’s what you do next. It’s choosing health when you want to numb out. It’s choosing connection when you want to isolate. It’s choosing patience when you want to rush. These small actions are your tribute. They show that you learned from her struggles. You took the wisdom and left the weight. You carried forward the strength and put down the shame. This is how we heal. Not by erasing the past, but by integrating it. By making it part of our foundation, not our ceiling. So today, when you catch yourself looking back with regret or pity, gently redirect your gaze. Look at your hands. Look at your life. See how far you’ve come. Trust that you are exactly where you need to be. And trust that the best way to honor the girl who started this journey is to live well. To love well. To be well. She would want that. I know she would. She worked so hard to get you here. Don’t waste that effort by staying in the past. Step forward. Breathe deep. And begin again. Take care of yourself, truly. I’ll be right here next week. Until then, be gentle with your history, and bold in your future.