Years have usually just rolled into each other. Time has continued and moved seamlessly, and I’ve moved with it…
But this new year feels different. It feels so different. I’ve been longing for time to move along, to renew. Not because 2025 magically means no more hardship, but right now, for me, it means getting rid of the weight 2024 has unsolicitedly added to my shoulders.
This past year has been the worst of my life. I’ve been waking to be tired. Waking to the fear of what the new day holds. Waking only to long for the next day.
The prospect of 2025 does mean something much more than time ticking over to a new year for me. It means a mindset shift I’ve needed for so long… and I’m here for it. I’m so ready for it. I’m embracing it. I’m running headfirst into newness, fresh air, and a commitment to getting back on track with my life.
I say all of this without judgment of myself. Without ridicule.
Instead, I’m holding sympathetic and empathetic space for myself because I know that all I did in 2024 was survive, and that’s all I could do.
Happy New Year!
