Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.

My biggest DIY project has never involved a hammer, a paintbrush, or a YouTube tutorial. 
It has been me, growing up without guidance, without a blueprint, without the scaffolding of family or social support. I built myself from whatever scraps of stability I could find. I learned by doing, by failing, by getting back up, and by trusting that forward was the only direction available.

For years, I didn’t see it as a project at all. It was just survival. But now, in later life, I can finally step back far enough to see the whole picture: the joins, the seams, the improvisations, the quiet triumphs. As Soren Kierkegaard wrote, “Life is understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.” Only now do I understand the truth of that.

David Bowie said the best part of getting older is that you become who you always were. 
He was right. I didn’t arrive here by accident. I carved my way here. And now, with the noise behind me, I can finally see the shape of the woman I’ve been building in the dark for decades: steady, unborrowed, unmistakably myself. Not new. Just finally visible.

This DIY project is ongoing. There are still loose ends and unfinished corners, and there always will be. But the structure holds. I hold. And what stands today is a life built from resilience, instinct, and a kind of courage I had to teach myself one day at a time. 
It turns out the bravest thing I ever built was myself.

Author’s Note 
Written in recognition of the woman I became, and the long road it took to meet her.