Notes to Self: On Becoming Again

A 2025 reflection

2025 changed me.
Not loudly.
Not all at once.
But in the way that matters most — from the inside out.

This was the year I let myself become honest about what was ending,
and brave about what wanted to begin.

I rebranded — not for polish, but for truth.
I clarified what stays and what I’m finally ready to release.
I began stepping out of a long, meaningful chapter
with reverence instead of resistance.

I found my voice again.
Not the performing one.
The remembering one.

I published new work.
Signed new contracts.
Let language return to my body instead of my head.
Let stories move through me instead of asking them to behave.

I felt fiction stir again — softly, patiently —
not as pressure, but as invitation.

I created new things with my hands.
Built a new home for my work.
Let joy lead more often than urgency.

I studied deeply.
Not to collect credentials,
but to soften my nervous system
and widen my capacity to hold others with care.

What changed most this year wasn’t what I did —
it was how I listened.

To my body.
To my rhythm.
To the quiet knowing beneath the noise.

I didn’t become more.
I became more myself.

And as this year closes, I feel it clearly now:
the work ahead isn’t about striving.
It’s about presence.
About letting what’s true rise gently to the surface
and trusting it to carry me forward.

Here’s to the becoming.
Here’s to what’s next.