From “Best-ish” to Unbound: The Evolution of My Untaming

When I first started My Best-ish Life, it wasn’t meant to be a movement. It was a quiet space, a reflection of where I was—trying to figure out how to live a life that felt good enough in a world that constantly demands more. It was about rejecting perfection, about making peace with the messiness of self-growth, about finding joy in the almost.

It was a soft rebellion. A way to say, I may not have it all figured out, but I’m doing my best-ish.

And for a while, that was enough.

But something inside me shifted.

I realized I wasn’t just looking for a better version of my life. I wasn’t interested in small, incremental changes that made the chaos a little more manageable. I didn’t want to tweak the edges of my existence to make it work.

I wanted freedom.

Not the kind the world offers—the performative kind, the curated kind, the kind that still fits neatly inside the box of what’s expected. I wanted something wilder. Something unbound.

What started as My Best-ish Life has evolved into something bigger—something untamed, something feral.

Because I don’t just want to make peace with my life. I want to set it on fire. I want to break every rule that was never mine to follow. I want to unlearn, unravel, and rebuild—on my terms, in my voice, without apology.

This is no longer about settling for “best-ish.”

This is about becoming—stepping into the fullest, freest version of myself. The one who isn’t waiting. The one who doesn’t shrink. The one who moves through the world unshaken, unafraid, unbound.

So, My Best-ish Life isn’t disappearing. It’s transforming. It’s growing teeth. It’s stretching its wings. It’s breaking free.

And if you feel the pull—the hunger for something more, something yours—then maybe, just maybe, it’s time for you to do the same.