One year of work. One year of becoming!!😌

This was the year I had long waited for  the year that truly tested me, shaped me, and pushed me beyond limits I never knew I could cross. It was all about learning, exploring, and showing up, even on the days I felt like falling apart. The busiest I’ve ever been, yes but also the most alive I’ve ever felt.😮‍💨

Yes, the job stressed me out. Yes, my body often cried out for rest. But my heart? It smiled. Every single day. Because I’ve always believed that living just for myself isn’t truly living and that belief became my fuel. I ran tirelessly, not just for myself but for something greater, a purpose, a dream, a meaning. From trying to make others smile to finally chasing dreams that were once just quiet thoughts in my head. From believing the universe has gifted me something rare to now wondering how I can gift something back.

This year gave me new people, new conversations, and new windows into the world, some ordinary, some extraordinary. And through it all, I discovered that no matter how far I go, or how much I achieve, I will always carry with me a quiet place called home, the place within me that grounds, heals, and reminds me of who I really am.

This first year of work wasn’t just a milestone, it was a mirror. And in it, I saw a tired but determined version of myself, whispering gently: You have many more miles to go before you sleep. But for now… you’ve made it through one. 💫