The Quiet Kind of Growth
Eighteen months ago, I thought growth would look different. Maybe louder. Maybe flashier. Maybe like some dramatic shift the world couldn’t help but notice.
Instead, it’s been quiet. Grounding. Deep.
I came across this quote recently and it instantly mirrored everything I’ve felt lately:
“I used to think love was what happened when you found someone. Now I know real love is what happens when you’ve already found yourself.”
It hit me because I’ve found myself. Or maybe, I’ve just finally started to see myself.
Choosing Myself, Intentionally
Over the past year and a half, I’ve committed more to myself than I ever have. Not out of loneliness or ego, but out of intention. I’ve learned to nurture my own space, honor my needs, and take pride in the woman I’m becoming.
I’ve noticed something beautiful: the more I’ve found myself, the more love I’ve experienced not just romantic love, but love in the way I carry myself, speak to myself, handled situations and show up in spaces.
Redefining Connection
But beyond that, I’ve learned that the gift of people, the right people is sacred.
Networking used to feel like exchanging business cards or replying to emails within 24 hours. But now, I know it’s about meaningful connections. Conversations that linger.
Energy that aligns.
People who mirror back to you the parts of yourself you’re still learning to love.
That kind of connection doesn’t happen when you’re pretending or performing.
It happens when you’re rooted in who you are.
Confidence, for me, hasn’t come from praise or approval.
It’s come from choosing myself over and over again.
From knowing I bring value not just professionally, but personally.
From showing up as me, without apology.
What Growth Actually Looked Like
So no, growth didn’t look like fireworks.
It looked like:
- Consistency.
- Boundaries.
- Softness.
- Saying no, even when it was uncomfortable.
- And love, the kind that comes after you’ve found yourself.
And I’m proud of that.
It's the silent strength I didn't know I needed.
-Abby

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