Here comes December again, and look at you, still standing, still blooming in places you once felt buried in. This year taught you how to move without measuring yourself against anybody else, how to breathe without apologizing, and how to stop letting the people who walked away or the ones you had to release live rent-free in your mind. Whatever left needed to leave, and whatever stayed is aligned. You don't owe anyone a performance, not even a prayer, unless your heart truly wants to give it. I don't know how this last month will unfold, but I do know you've carried yourself through things most people will never know, and you still showed up. You still pushed, still believed in quiet ways, still held yourself together when you could've fallen apart. That alone is worth being proud of. You've grown in silence, healed in private, and learned the art of protecting your peace without explaining a thing. So keep taking care of yourself, your heart, your mind, your spirit, your health. Don't rush your becoming. Don't shrink your voice. And don't forget that even in the mess, even in the unknown, you're doing better than you think. Finish this year soft, steady, and covered in the kind of love that doesn't make you doubt yourself.