Would.

Would.

Could. But never should.

Not regret. Not self‑blame. Just the architecture of choice.

Would — the instinct, the pull, the version of me that moved first. Could — the capacity, the ability, the door that was technically open. Should — the rule that never belonged to me, the expectation written by someone else, the word that carried weight I didn’t owe.

I — the person navigating those three verbs without a map.

Me — learning new skills that help, not mastering every one, every time, because I’m not linear and I don’t need to be.

Why — because growing up meant unpicking the grammar of obligation and choosing which words I keep.