She didn’t know yet how much she would grow.

Choosing myself was never selfish. It was necessary.

Wanting deeply means risking disappointment.

I let myself be there.

I’m ready to rewrite the belief that I have to carry everything alone.

Rest is maintenance.

If I trusted myself completely, I wouldn’t live smaller.

She’s no longer my critic. She’s my ally.

Everything felt possible because nothing felt heavy yet.

For me, resistance isn’t loud.

Time hasn’t blurred the truth, it’s clarified it.

I’m learning that balance isn’t about doing less or wanting less.

The world may reward hardness. But softness is what sustains.

This year, my effort is not up for grabs.

It felt exhilarating.

Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The life I want is big. Bold. Full in a way that takes up space.

Where do I anchor when the world feels unbearably heavy?

I didn’t always listen. But I’m listening now.

This year isn’t about accumulation. It’s about refinement.