Your past may explain you.
But it doesn’t define you.
Yes—there were choices.
Mistakes.
Versions of you that feel distant now… or too close.
But you are not frozen there.
The person you were then
didn’t have the tools you’re holding now.
They were learning.
Surviving.
Reacting, maybe.
But still trying.
And every time you revisit the past,
you get to rewrite the meaning—
not the events,
but the story you carry about them.
Because here’s the quiet truth:
Your future doesn’t grow from your history.
It grows from your hope.
From what you believe is still possible.
From what you’re willing to imagine without shame.
From who you choose to become, over and over,
regardless of what came before.
Your past is a chapter.
Not the whole book.
And every day you wake up—
you’re still the author.
Don’t let an old moment decide your whole story.
Let the future you believe in pull you forward.
That’s the Cushy way.
