As the year exhales, I’m learning that choosing my well-being is not a retreat, but a return, a return to joy, to ease, to the quiet knowing that some things bloom without being chased.This year didn’t go as planned, but it went as needed.
The setbacks shaped me gently and firmly teaching me what to hold onto and what to release. I didn’t lose my way but I learned it.
Patience came though in itself as trust, trust in timing, trust that what is meant for me is finding its way, even when unseen I know some connections deepen slowly. Some dreams arrive softly.
It’s easy to move with the crowd and to blend in, to follow noise, but I choose something braver, I choose to stand still, listen inward, and honour what feels true, maybe, just maybe that is how love, life, and clarity quietly find us.
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