Dear Sweet Human in Progress,
If you ever forget how you got here,
let me remind you:
it was a year of tiny, brave choices.
A year of learning to stay.
To the version with stronger inner guidance
the one who doesn’t run from silence
remember 2025:
the year I acknowledged I’d been performing for others
and began the slow, ruthless practice of living for me.
Just me, on purpose
learning how to be human
without needing momentum to feel worthy,
without chasing the next shiny thing
just to feel alive.
2025: the year I didn’t run.
I listened so closely
I heard the wind change directions.
The year my body spoke
in aches and heat
and I finally answered
without solutions, instead trying
presence.
With a hand on my own heart
Here I am. I am here.
I’m not leaving you, again.
Questioning my purpose
like it’s a locked door,
trying key after key
achievement, productivity, proving, pleasing
until I realized the truth.
The door isn’t locked.
I was just afraid of what was on the other side
if I wasn’t useful all the time.
I carried shame in my mouth like a secret.
I carried guilt in my chest like a weight.
Privilege of choice, freedom,
and the voice that said,
who do you think you are to ask for rest?
Learning to feel into my body
the pain, the tenderness,
the places that tightened
when I lied to myself.
Accepting who I am without the armor,
shedding the old version
always surrounded, always busy, always sparkling,
always unavailable.
And through the seasons,
Dancing with the ocean.
Moving with the wind.
Letting the natural world keep me company,
and little by little,
I practiced giving that softness back to myself.
Falling in love with nature
mirroring her peace
while finding the courage
to love myself the same way.
And yes, I slipped.
Old patterns crept in like vines,
reaching for what they know.
But I kept coming back
to that patient inner voice,
waiting to be trusted.
So, future sweet human in progress,
when you’re tempted to rush, remember:
2025 was the year you proved
you can be still
and still become.
Stillness isn’t stagnation.
It’s gestation.
The best is yet to come
not because you finally got it right,
but because you stopped abandoning yourself
every time it got uncomfortable.
Oh, the places we’ll go!
But please,
don’t forget
Home is in your body.
Embodied.
This time, to stay.
