You aren’t your past.

We so often dwell on the mistakes we made. Sometimes worse, we define ourselves by our past achievements, continually praising ourselves for something we did a decade ago.

True, your past made you who we are. Your lived experience is like the sculptor’s chisel — ever chipping away at an incomplete statue.

But you aren’t the chisel.

And just as a sculptor has good and bad days, you are not defined by any particulate moment in time.

You’re a constant work in progress.

Forever evolving.