31/12/2025
This year didn’t ask politely 🤪 It arrived with scalpels, hospital rooms, waiting rooms and conversations you don’t rehearse for 🥲
This year held major surgery straight after delivering my very first advanced level training, becoming a grandmother (the softest and fiercest opening of my heart).
Alongside that were Robbie’s multiple surgeries, complex PTSD from his accident and then a stroke, and me stepping into the role of his main carer and full-time wellness advocate inside a system that moves slowly and speaks in paperwork 🙈
I’m not sharing this for sympathy. And I’m not standing here saying “I’m through it.”
I’m not. There is still a long road ahead to support Robbie back to his peak.
Life is still very much under construction. This year put everything under a microscope, my capacity, my identity, my work, my nervous system, my relationships, my beliefs.
Nothing was exempt.
Do I have answers? No
What I do have is questions. Not the kind that demand solutions ,
the kind that ask for more consciousness.
More presence.
More surrender than most people are ever required to reach.
I’m not woo-woo enough to ask “what was the lesson?” And I’m not naïve enough to declare that 2026 will be “better.” I honestly don’t know what’s coming.
But I do know this: 👉 I don’t mind what happens.
And that sentence has changed everything.
It’s not resignation.
It’s freedom.
It’s the release of needing to know.
The softening of control.
The unhooking from fear.
So as the year turns, not with fireworks, but with a steady exhale this is my mantra for 2026 and beyond:
I don’t mind what happens.
Not because I don’t care.
But because I trust myself to meet whatever does.
And that, quietly, feels like the most grounded place I’ve ever stood.
Love and gratitude
Sara ✨
