The Origin of ‘The Year I Became’
Creativity & Personal Growth
It didn’t start as a brand.
It didn’t even start as a plan.
The Year I Became began as a quiet declaration—part journal, part dare.
I was tired of waiting to feel ready.
Tired of measuring progress in half-finished ideas and someday intentions.
So I gave myself one year to become something I’d only danced around: a filmmaker, a poet, a teacher, a creative fully in motion.
But here’s the twist: I didn’t choose one path.
I chose becoming as the path.
At its core, The Year I Became isn’t a project—it’s a practice.
A permission slip.
A container where creativity, identity, and intention collide.
Its earliest goals were simple:
Watch one film a day, and learn from it.
Write every week—poetry, essays, fragments of thought.
Share what I was learning, not just what I had mastered.
And in that messy commitment, something clicked.
I didn’t just grow—I finally saw that I was growing.
Becoming isn’t about reinvention. It’s about remembrance.
Of who you’ve always been—and what you’re now willing to claim.
Try this:
Name the version of yourself you’ve been putting off.
Then finish this sentence: This is the year I became __________.
And take one small step toward it—today.
LEVELS Framework Tip:
Start with V – Visualize: What would your year of becoming actually look like on the calendar?