We made it, to 2026.
Another year—
and this one feels different.

Maybe it’s the quiet expectation I have of myself now.
Maybe it’s momentum,
the echo of goals I chased down in 2025
and caught—
not perfectly,
but honestly.

So I’m choosing to live here.
In this moment.
Not rushing ahead.
Not dragging the past behind me.
Just doing the best I can
with the breath I have.

2026—

I’m not demanding answers from you.
I’m walking into you open-handed,
ready to see what you offer.

I plan to dream.
To create.
And to let God guide the path
instead of trying to pave it myself with anxiety and over-planning.

I’m ready to breathe.
To stop setting expectations so high
they never leave room for grace.
To stop living inside my calendar
and forgetting to live inside my life.

I’m ready to sit somewhere—
anywhere—
and just exist.
No laptop.
No productivity guilt.
No proving I’m worthy because I’m busy.

I’m ready to build a future—
whatever shape it takes.
And if it changes halfway through,
so be it.

This year is about rediscovering myself.
The things I enjoy.
The parts of me I misplaced
while trying to be everything all at once.

We’re in our mid-twenties now.
This is the era of shaping.
Of deciding what kind of life we’re growing into—
not by force,
but by intention.

So here I am.
Present.
Willing.
Becoming.