Dear 2025



If I am being sincere, I do not even know where to start with you.

You were long-winded, not because you dragged, but because you were full. Full of lessons I did not plan for and unexpected wows I did not see coming. You were a year of answered prayers and many new requests. A year where hope and doubt lived side by side. A year that tried to drain me, but somehow, I refused to drown.

Growing up, I assumed certain things would have happened by now. Marriage? Still pending. My big girl job? Still on the journey. But looking back, I realise you were not defined by the things I did not achieve. You were defined by the things I discovered.

And one thing I discovered loudly is this:
I am a fighter.

Not in a physical or aggressive way. More in that quiet, stubborn resilience that wakes up every morning and says, we move.

You showed me that situations do not get to define my reality. I do.

You also revealed something funny. I am a move-on-quickly girl. This year, I collected more than a thousand “unfortunately” emails from companies. I got a job offer and lost it in less than 24 hours. I lost connections that meant something to me. I also somehow got a house within 24 hours. And truthfully, I cried the most this year.

But I also grew the most.
And believed the most.
And stretched the most.

2025, you tested every part of me. My faith, my patience, my resolve, my heart. You pushed me in places I did not even know existed. And for a large part of it, it felt like I was doing life alone. That is a story for another day.

Yet, here I am, reaching the end of the year with gratitude.

I still have prayers waiting for answers.
I still have hopes unfolding.
I still have dreams preparing to show up.

But if I were to summarise you in one sentence, it is this:
You were a good year.
Not because everything went right, but because everything built me.

Thank you for the lessons, the resilience, the tears, the laughter, the unexpected gifts, the closed doors, the open ones, and the strength I did not know I carried.

With love,
Me.

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