Some days I still freak out. Some days I still feel bits and pieces of the me who I’ve long since outgrown. In those moments I breathe and reboot. I recall all I’ve done and gone through to become the person I am. I remember all the people I’ve met along the way who I’ve learned so much from. 

Sometimes it’s a struggle, but mostly it’s a reminder. A reminder that no matter how deep the waters, no matter how far away the stars seem, every day is another chance to live the life my soul craves; my soul knows and has known for so many lifetimes. I stop and think: Is this behavior, this action, this stream of thought, serving a higher purpose? MY higher purpose? Or is this that other, no longer relevant, part of me speaking? 
I ask myself these questions every time these moments arise. More importantly I acknowledge these moments, and appreciate them for what they are: proof of growth. Realization of purpose.