Two months left of 2025 There's less than two months left of 2025, and I hope you're not scared of this. I hope you're not rushing to fix everything that feels unfinished, not pushing yourself to tie every loose end before the clock runs out. You don't need to heal in a hurry. You don't need to prove that you made it by forcing something that isn't ready. Some years aren't about completion, they're about endurance, about quietly surviving what was meant to break you. Maybe this year wasn't about the grand wins or the big answers, maybe it was just about holding yourself together long enough to see another sunrise. That's enough. You're enough, even if the story isn't wrapped neatly by December. life doesn't move in calendar years. It unfolds slowly, softly, like dawn, in its own rhythm, in its own time. Some things arrive fast, others take time, like healing And that's okay. Let this year end without the weight of perfection. Maybe you didn't finish everything, but you grew, and sometimes that's the most sacred kind of progress the kind no one claps for, but that changes everything inside you.