It’s New Year’s Eve.
I cried earlier but I didn’t cry because I was sad. I cried because I was full of lechon. Hehe joke. 😅
But truly, I was full of gratitude.
Grateful for 2025—and for all the years that came before it. The good ones. The challenging ones. The moments that stretched me in ways I didn’t always understand at times.
Earlier, I found myself overwhelmed—not by fear or anything else—but by gratefulness.
I prayed.
For friends. For family. For the people who are close to my heart.
I prayed for whatever burdens they may be carrying quietly—the ones not posted, not spoken, not always seen. I asked for comfort, clarity, strength, and peace for each of them.
As this year closes, I’m choosing to leave behind fear, worry, anxiety and the feeling of being stuck. Not because life will suddenly be easier, but because I’ve reminded myself to trust God fully. I trust the timing. I trust the pauses. I trust that what’s meant for me won’t miss me, and what isn’t will always make space for something better.
I’m stepping forward with a heart full of love.
There’s no long list of resolutions tonight. I’ll still sit down for that—just not now. For tonight, it’s simply intention. Presence. Faith.
If this year taught me anything, it’s that life doesn’t need to be loud to be meaningful—like this pause before we leave for New Year’s Eve dinner to go to my parent’s house.
Here’s to the years behind us. Here’s to the year ahead. And here’s to moving forward—with trust, gratitude, and an open heart.
BYE 2025!
