12/24/2025
A year doesn’t really end and a new one doesn’t magically begin. There isn’t a clean line or a sense of finality, just a gentle turning of the page. Nothing is suddenly new, and yet there is a shift in energy that brings hope. Old habits don’t disappear overnight, but we still hope, and we still feel that quiet renewal that comes with starting again.
This time doesn’t have to be about hustle or resolutions. It can be about intention and vitality, and also about rest. In nature, winter is not a time of failure or stagnation. It is a season of deep, restorative rest, while spring is a season of action and growth. Both are necessary, and both have their place
Everything has a pace and a rhythm, and we have our own internal, intrinsic rhythm as well. That rhythm is alive and worth honoring. As the calendar turns, may we allow ourselves to move at our own pace and be at peace with exactly where we are.
#2026
