Becoming Her (One Ritz Cracker at a Time)

The Becoming Club – 10/25/2025 feature

You don’t need to reinvent yourself this fall. You just need to meet yourself — wherever she’s currently standing.

Maybe she’s thriving. Maybe she’s tired. Maybe she’s both within the same hour. Maybe she has 48 unread texts but can tell you exactly what shade of beige her favorite sweater is called.

Whatever version of you is showing up right now? She’s still becoming.

We’ve all tried the “new era” thing — the Pinterest boards, the $18 green juices, the color-coded routines that lasted two and a half business days. You know the drill. You swore this time you were going to wake up early, drink water, and “romanticize your life.” And then by Thursday you’re eating leftover mac and cheese out of the pot, but like… with gratitude.

Lately, something’s shifted though. We don’t want an aesthetic rebrand. We just want to feel like ourselves again — without all the rules about who we should be by now.

Because honestly? You can be self-aware and still eat an entire sleeve of Ritz crackers for dinner. You can want to grow and still cry in your car once a week. You can be grateful and still overreact when your DoorDash order is wrong. It’s called balance.

That’s the thing about becoming — it’s not polished. It’s not the cinematic version where your hair magically cooperates and you journal by candlelight while sipping chamomile tea in perfect handwriting. It’s the real stuff. It’s the half-finished to-do lists, the three-day hair, the late-night overthinking, and the moments where you surprise yourself by still showing up anyway.

You don’t need to find a new version of yourself. You just need to notice the one that’s been here all along — the one who handles more than she admits, makes people laugh without trying, and somehow always knows when it’s time for a coffee or a boundary.

You’re not behind. You’re just in progress. And no one ever looks put-together mid-progress. That’s kind of the point.

This season isn’t “Hot Girl Fall.” It’s “I’m doing my best, and that’s actually impressive” fall. It’s showing up to work in a good outfit even though you almost quit three times this week. It’s lighting a candle and calling that self-care. It’s choosing the walk over the scroll. It’s doing something kind for yourself because no one else reminded you to.

It’s being okay with the fact that your life doesn’t look exactly how you planned — but it still fits, somehow.

The truth is, you don’t have to be at your peak to be proud of yourself. You can be mid-season, mid-mess, mid-becoming — and still be doing amazing. There’s something beautiful about not rushing it. About letting life be regular for a while. About realizing that you don’t have to constantly improve to still be growing.

Because the quiet kind of growth? The kind no one claps for, the kind that just looks like getting out of bed and trying again — that’s the kind that lasts.

So wherever you are — whether you’re building an empire, folding laundry, or googling “what’s my purpose” between TikToks — meet yourself there.

That’s where she is. And she’s doing just fine.

Welcome to The Becoming Club.
We’re not here to fix you.
We’re here to remind you that you were never broken — just becoming, one imperfect day at a time.

Now go eat your Ritz crackers and romanticize it, babe. You’re doing great.