Patch Note 23.050225

Relative Progression

Lately, I’ve been sitting with this idea I’m calling relative progression — the strange experience of growing so much internally that, even when nothing around you changes, everything feels different.

That’s what relative progression is about. It's not dramatic, flashy transformation. It’s the quiet kind — the kind you often only notice when you’re surrounded by the same people, in the same spaces, and you realize you don’t respond the way you used to. Your thoughts, your self-awareness, your boundaries, your emotional toolkit — they’ve all evolved.

It’s weird because the world doesn’t clap for internal change. No one throws a party when you finally stop people-pleasing. No one gives you a medal when you say “no” with confidence for the first time. But damn — those moments? They’re seismic.

I think a lot of people go through this and feel like imposters. Like, why do I feel so different, but everything else feels the same? That’s the paradox of relative progression. You’ve moved, but your environment hasn't caught up yet. That dissonance can make you doubt your progress — or worse, try to shrink to fit your old mold.

Don’t... Growth isn’t always obvious to the outside world. Sometimes, it’s not even obvious to you until you’re mirrored by the familiar.So if you find yourself in a space that feels too small, too chaotic, too misaligned — but it’s the same place you used to feel comfortable — maybe it’s not the world that changed.

Off Leash Season | 5.02.25

A Journal, a Lie, and a Blog Launch

Lately, I’ve been appreciating life more — even the messy parts. Saying no feels harder but more right. Journaling helped me drop some masks, and grace (for myself and others) is slowly following. My parents visited, old arguments felt oddly sweet, and I saw more of them in me than I expected. I finally launched my blog too — imperfect, but mine. A year ago was chaos; now, it’s quieter work. Subtle shifts, but they’re changing everything.

Off Leash Season | 4.25.25

The Shiny Thing

I didn’t expect much from a simple Easter walk with my aunt — but it turned into one of those rare, real moments that sticks with you. We dropped the small talk, got honest, and I saw both her (and myself) more clearly. It got me thinking about family, growth, and the stories we tell ourselves — the shiny illusions we chase vs. the real work of change. Lately, I’m learning to fall in love with the process, one small step at a time.