The Strange Beauty of Missing the Season You’re In

It’s crazy to think about, isn’t it? How one day we’ll miss the very moment we’re standing in right now—even if today feels messy, exhausting, transitional, or uncertain. Life has a funny way of turning our hardest seasons into the ones we look back on with the softest kind of gratitude.

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately as I step out of one chapter and into another. For the past three years, I’ve been in full “survival mode”—working five jobs, going to school full-time, sacrificing time, peace, routine, and energy to chase down a dream that took me over twenty years to finally finish.

A bachelor’s degree.

A dream I started, quit, restarted, quit again, and then—finally—completed.

But it didn’t just cost me something. It cost my family something too.

Daily meals weren't homemade. The house wasn’t always clean. And the mom they got… well, she wasn’t always the most pleasant version. (We laugh now, but whew—it was a lot!) My whole family sacrificed so I could keep going when the old version of me would have quit again.

And now—it’s done.

For the first time in decades, I’m not wishing I was someone else or wishing I had finished something I never allowed myself to complete. I did it. I crossed the finish line. And that simple truth is reshaping how I see myself.

Becoming Someone New Means Letting Go of Who You Were

This part is harder than I expected.

Finishing the degree wasn’t the only transition—I’m also learning to shed the pieces of me that were built on insecurity, fear, and old narratives. The ones that whispered:

You never finish anything. You always quit. You’ll never catch up.

Those voices got loud over the years. They became familiar. They became the “me” I knew.

But now I’m stepping into a version of myself who says:

I can.

I did.

And now I will.

With that confidence comes a new responsibility—learning how to live without the old limitations. Learning how to dream again. Learning how to build a life that reflects the woman I’ve fought so hard to become.

Transition Is Hard, Even When It’s Good

No one tells you that, do they? How even a positive change can feel scary.

I’m pushing through my insecurities, pushing past the temptation to slip back into old habits, and choosing—every day—to move forward with intention. To build a space that is my own. To create something meaningful and healing not just for me, but for every woman who has ever felt stuck, overwhelmed, or invisible inside her own life.

A New Season for Me—and for The Ezekiel’s Garden

As I embrace this new chapter, I’m praying that my story, my healing, and my growth will inspire someone else to step into hers.

The Ezekiel’s Garden isn’t just a website or a shop—it’s part of my healing journey. A place where faith meets natural wellness, and where women can rediscover who they are, who they’re becoming, and who God created them to be.

This season might feel unfamiliar, but one day I’ll miss this too—the beginning, the rebuilding, the rediscovering. And that truth gives me permission to slow down and appreciate every step.

If you’re in a transition of your own, take heart: You’re becoming someone new too. And one day, you’ll look back and feel grateful for this very moment—the one that was shaping you when you didn’t even realize it.