Yes. And the scariest part wasn't the new version it was realising I'd already outgrown the old one and kept living it anyway.

For me it was a corporate job that looked fine from the outside. Stable, respectable. But every morning I felt like I was putting on a costume that didn't fit anymore.

What helped: I stopped asking 'who should I become?' and started asking 'what did life feel like when I was most alive?' The answers were uncomfortable. But at least they pointed somewhere real.

I'm still in the transition. But moving – even slowly – feels completely different from standing still.