There’s quite a bit of talk about today marking the official start of the second half of 2025. “The first half is gone, the rest of the year is open for all new possibilities and opportunities.”
I understand the sentiment and the encouraging perspective. But today doesn’t really feel like that for me. In fact, I’m holding my breath to see if the next half will be better. I’m concerned that the rest of this year will be as challenging as the first half has been.
Of course, I have the power to control my outlook on the future and do all that I can to make it better. Trust me, I will do all those things, but I also just want to take a moment to breathe out.
I want to create space to sigh and slump over a bit.
It’s really important to recognise these moments, dispiriting as they may feel.
The power isn’t in willing something to be different and expecting it to magically change. The power lies in acknowledging it and naming it, so that your mind can fully process what it is. Only then can you utilise your problem-solving skills to effect change.
I want and need the next six months to be different. To be more spacious and more rewarding.
I’m not sure if all the groundwork I’m doing now will pay off completely, but I’m excited to find out.
When I’m not holding my breath in fear, I’m singing loudly about the possibilities—and that duality, that honest hope despite uncertainty, feels like the truest place to begin again.
