It seemed hopeless.
Caught somewhere between who she was and who she wanted to be... It always seemed like who she wanted to be was always hovering, just out of reach. But looking back and mocking at how far she yet had to go.
How could she ever get there? There was so much to change, so much to grow through, so many mountains to climb.
She would make it halfway up one... and then stumble... tumbling back to the bottom. And the peak would tower over her, just as high as it was before.
And then the discouragement would come. The hopelessness. The wanting to just stop trying.
But she never did.
Who she was wasn't where she wanted to stay... but sometimes, in the quiet, she understood that who she wanted to be wasn't necessarily the point. The point was the journey. The point was the trying. The point was the lessons she learned along the way.
Perhaps who she wanted to be... perhaps that wasn't who she was destined to be. Perhaps she was simply The Girl in Progress.
and that was a pretty okay girl to be.