On the quiet ways we shape ourselves There’s a quiet kind of disappointment many of us carry. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a soft, lingering feeling that we’re somehow behind ourselves. Behind the woman we thought we’d be by now. Behind the life we imagined. Behind the goals we once set with hope in our chest. And maybe, without noticing, we turn that disappointment inward. Toward our bodies. Our pace. Our days. But what if nothing is wrong with you? What if the distance you