There is no measuring stick you have to live up to every day.
You have not yet become all of the things that you will be, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
There is something beautiful in the pieces. In the way that they come to life. In the way that they knit themselves together to form you.
The you that is here right this second. The you that was here yesterday. The you that will be here tomorrow.
There may be times that you do not feel like a complete puzzle, but you are. Perfectly imperfect. Coming together at the rate of experiences. Moment by moment. Hour by hour. Day by day.