A scaffold isn’t the structure—it’s the support. In life, just like on a jobsite, we rely on temporary systems to help us grow. Habits, routines, mentors—they hold us while we become. But scaffolds are meant to come down. What remains is what’s real.

Time moves fast, and some years don’t feel like yours. You show up, build, carry weight—sometimes for someone else’s dream. But eventually, if you listen closely, something calls you back. Not to start over, but to return. To the rhythm that’s yours. To the work that shapes you. To the path that still fits. This post is a quiet reflection on remembering who you are—and building from that place.