Letters to Myself: Entry Fourteen
Prompt: What does “turning a page” mean to me right now?
Life has a funny way of moving us forward, whether we feel ready or not. The phrase “turning a page” has been on my mind lately. It is a reminder that each day is both an ending and a beginning. Some pages in our story are filled with chaos, others with quiet beauty, but each one matters. In this reflection, I explore what it means to appreciate the page I’m on while also preparing for the turn to whatever comes next.
Answer to the prompt:
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. But if I had to pinpoint it, I’d say it feels like looking at each day as its own page. By the time the night settles in, I’ve finished reading that day’s story, ready to transition to the next. It’s almost like I can feel the corner of the page folded and waiting, just before I turn it.
“Turning a page” can also be bigger than just daily life. It can mean moving into a new chapter. A job change, a relationship shift, a new season of growth. As humans, we’re wired to seek the next thing. Just look at how easily we scroll endlessly on social media, always hunting for something new. That hunger for “what’s next” is a natural part of us.
But for me, turning a page shouldn’t feel rushed. It should be something to savor. The moment itself, the words on the page right in front of me, matters just as much as what comes next. A page doesn’t move until it’s ready, and neither should we. Sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is to stand grounded, appreciating the story unfolding right now.
That’s where I feel I am at the moment: still on this page, knowing the turn is coming, but not forcing it. Change will arrive on its own time, it always does. And when it does, I want to face it with confidence, clarity, and hope.
For now, I’m enjoying the little details of the page I’m on. The words themselves. The way each line builds progress, habits forming, perspectives shifting, growth happening quietly in the background. Someday, when I look back, I’ll probably laugh at how “young and dumb” I was in this moment. But that’s the beauty of it. The page is always teaching me something.
Turning a page is about more than endings and beginnings. It’s about noticing the beauty, chaos, sweetness, and even the bitterness in the words right in front of you. Because one day, you’ll look back and realize: those were the details that made your story worth reading.
This post is part of my "Letters to Myself" series — a weekly free-write blog where I explore personal growth, curiosity, and healing through simple prompts. Sometimes reflective, sometimes fun, but always real. Thank you for being here.
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