The Woman I’ve Grown Into (And the One I’m Still Becoming)

Today is my birthday.

Turning 41 feels different. Not in the big, celebration kind of way, but in the quiet, grounded, “I’ve lived a lot and I’m still here” kind of way.

It’s the feeling of standing still for a moment, looking back at all the versions of yourself that got you here; the rebellious teenage girl who thought she had it all figured out, the heartbroken one who had to start from scratch, the woman who learned to build a life from the ashes, and realizing that every single one of them mattered.

On resilience

I’ve lived enough life to know that resilience isn’t always loud. It’s not about pushing through or pretending you’re fine. It’s about choosing to rise, even when no one sees it. It’s the quiet moments, the mornings you get out of bed despite the weight, the days you choose hope when it most definitely would be easier not to.

I’ve learned that peace doesn’t always come from doing more, sometimes it’s from doing less. From setting boundaries. From letting go of the version of life you imagined, to make space for the one that’s meant for you.

I’ve learned that success isn’t always shiny or what your CV says about you. Sometimes it looks like protecting your energy. Choosing people who choose you back.

And maybe most of all, I’ve learned that resilience is not about bouncing back immediately. It’s about rebuilding, piece by piece, day by day, and finding beauty in the process.

To my friends and family - thank you

To my friends, my family, and everyone who’s been part of this journey - thank you.

For standing by me. For believing in me. For reminding me that even in the darkest moments, there is light.

To the girls who have walked beside me since childhood through high school, through University and through adulthood. The ones who have seen me at my most fearless and my most fragile - I love that we’ve grown up together.

We’ve collected years of stories, adventures, travels, nights filled with laughter, heartbreak, and rebirths. And now, we’re celebrating our 40s and beyond, still side by side, still cheering each other on.

To my man - my steady place

Thank you for standing by my side. For being my support system. For making me feel safe, seen, and truly taken care of, for the very first time in my life. You’ve taught me that love can be calm. That it can be consistent, kind, and grounding. With you, I’ve learned that safety isn’t boring - it’s beautiful.

To this community

What started as a space to make sense of pain and chaos has become a reminder that we are never really alone in our stories. Every message, every comment, every shared experience has reminded me that vulnerability is strength, and that healing is never linear, but always possible.

Lost in Girl Bossness began as my personal journal, but it has turned into a shared mirror - one where women see themselves, their growth, and their power reflected back. This space has become proof that even from heartbreak and uncertainty, something meaningful can bloom.

The woman I’m still becoming

She’s calm where I used to be restless.

She knows that strength isn’t about never falling apart, it’s about rebuilding with grace.

She doesn’t chase anymore, she attracts.

She knows her worth.

And she finally knows that even when life falls apart, she’ll find her way back, because she always has.

So here’s to 41. To resilience, gratitude, laughter, and love. To girl trips to Valencia and late-night conversations. To friendship that last decades, to love that feels like home, and to the women we’re all still becoming.

To all the tiny, beautiful things that make it worth it.