Goldilocks is gradually growing up, a space between too much and not enough

Once upon a time I learned that it was valuable to be,

not too hot, not too cold, not too hard, not too soft.

Almost right ...

It seemed like a sensible yet unattainable way to for me to live. A quiet rule for a world that to me often felt uncertain. Over time, that lesson began to shape how I moved through life.

I started to look for just right in everything I did. The perfect moment, the safe choice, the steady middle ground. Comfort and compliance a measure of success.

Is just right, really ever the point. Maybe the story was never about me.

Maybe it was about noticing what happens when I lean into the edges, when I sit in moments that feel too much or not enough.

Growth, for me, rarely feels balanced. It shifts, loops and pauses. Some days I feel open and sure, and other days I find myself tangled in questions. When that happens, I am learning to come back to a few simple ideas that help me steady myself: to be careful with my thoughts and words, to remember that not everything is about me, to question what I assume and to offer my best with whatever energy I have that day.

These ideas are quiet reminders. Sometimes they come naturally. Other times they ask for patience. Each time I return to them, they show me something new about how I meet the world.

There is always a moment, after understanding something deeply, when I realise how much I still don’t know. At first that feels unsettling, then it softens into curiosity.

Not knowing becomes a kind of balance, a gentle invitation to stay awake to what is unfolding.

I’m beginning to see that the point is not to get it right, but to keep learning how to stay present. To notice when balance turns into avoidance.

To remember that growth often looks like uncertainty, restlessness or quiet discomfort.

When I think about Goldilocks now, I smile at the simplicity of her story. A child wandering, testing, feeling, learning what fits. Not through certainty, but through experience.

Maybe that’s all growth asks of me too. To keep feeling my way through, one imperfect moment at a time.