Someone asked me the other day how I've been, and I told them, I'm managing a new season. And in that moment, I realized—2025 is almost over, and what a year it's been. A year that asked me to show up in ways I didn't always feel ready for, a year that asked me to wrestle with the unexpected, and a year that reminded me how much strength we carry even when we don't see it in ourselves. This year has been a teacher. It's taught me that the quiet moments are just as important as the loud ones, that reflection is a form of courage, and that every heartbreak, every victory, every ordinary day has a purpose if we're willing to notice it. I want my words to reach people in that way-like a hand on their shoulder, a whisper of hope, a reminder that they're not walking this life alone. As this year closes, I'm stepping into the next with intention, with courage, and with faith that the best is not behind us—it's waiting just ahead. I want every word I share to linger, to inspire, to remind someone that even when life feels heavy, even when the path is unclear, they are more capable, more resilient, and more loved than they realize. Here's to the seasons that shape us, the lessons that guide us, and the grace that carries us forward.