A reminder that you’re allowed to enjoy who you are while you’re “becoming”
Hi love,
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about how often we tell ourselves
“I’ll enjoy my life once…”
Once I’m healed enough.
Once I’m further along.
Once I’m more confident, more put together… more xyz.
And I’m realizing how much time that mindset steals from us.
I’m learning how to love myself and enjoy my life while I’m still becoming—not after I arrive at some imaginary finish line. Because the truth is, growth doesn’t mean we’re unfinished or unworthy of joy right now. It just means we’re human.
This season for me has been about soft confidence. Not the loud, performative kind. But the quiet kind that comes from letting yourself exist without constantly fixing, proving, or apologizing. The kind that says, “I don’t have it all figured out, but I’m allowed to be here anyway.”
I spent so long believing I had to earn rest, pleasure, beauty, and ease. That I had to be healed enough or productive enough or successful enough before I could actually enjoy my days. I’m tired of living that way.
So this month, I’m practicing romanticizing the right now. Not in a toxic positivity way. Not pretending everything is perfect. But choosing softness alongside the mess. Letting myself enjoy small rituals. Letting myself feel pretty without a reason. Letting myself laugh even when there are still things that hurt.
Here’s what that’s looked like lately:
✨ Letting routines be gentle instead of rigid.
I’m building a schedule that supports me instead of controls me. Some days I’m productive. Some days I rest. Both are allowed.
✨ Taking care of my body without punishment.
More water. More walking. Less pressure to “fix” myself. I’m trying to feel at home in my body again, not at war with it.
✨ Allowing joy without guilt.
A good book. A cozy night in. Doing my nails just because I feel like it. Enjoyment doesn’t have to be justified.
And speaking of books—because you know I can’t not talk about them—reading has been such a comfort lately. I’m in one of those moods where I need stories that remind me I’m not alone in my feelings. Books that sit with the messiness of healing and still offer hope, connection, and romance. The kind that feel like being understood without having to explain yourself.
If you’ve been feeling in between versions of yourself—past who you were, not quite who you’re becoming yet—please know this: you don’t have to rush. You’re not behind. You’re not failing. You’re not doing it wrong.
You’re allowed to enjoy your life now.
You’re allowed to feel beautiful now.
You’re allowed to rest, soften, and take up space now.
Before I go, I want to leave you with a journaling prompt that’s been sitting with me:
No pressure to answer it the “right” way. Just notice what comes up.
Thank you for being here, for reading, for growing alongside me. This little corner of the internet means more to me than I can put into words, and I’m so grateful we get to share these moments together.
If this newsletter resonated, I’d love to hear from you. You can reply and tell me what you’re romanticizing lately, or come say hi over on Instagram @thelovestruckgirly.
Until next time..
be soft with yourself. You’re doing better than you think. 💗
With love,
Megan
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