A New Year

Bring on 2026…am I right? 2025 was interesting, typical nine year bigness…lots of big energy, lots of clearing out. It was just…a lot.

I’m ready for the quiet birthing of a one year…an old story ending, staring right at “who am I now?” With the mystery of what the new year will bring hanging in the air like forgotten mistletoe with the quiet invitation of unexpected surprises. I love the start of a new year.

I love the feeling of a cycle…from year to year….month to month…week to week, day to day. The cycle of a breath. In. Out. There is a beautiful pulsing rhythm to life. I love the feeling of being in flow with that rhythm.

In this coming year, I want to trust that rhythm more. Spend more time in the stillness to better hear the gentle heart beat of time moving in cycles. To rest in the seat of my soul just a little more. To make room for the unknown and the unimaginable to find their way into this next chapter of my story…to let myself feel deeply, unafraid, inside those heart beats. To soak up the silence of less motion.

I want to trust more…to know, without a doubt, that the universe has my back. To remember that I am a fractal of that universe and so I will choose to have my back. I want to show up for myself in ways I have not yet done so. I want to choose loving myself more easily. More naturally.

In the cycle of faith and doubt, courage and fear, laughter and tears…I want to allow the rise and fall to happen effortlessly, revealing more and more in the waves of it all.

To know myself more deeply. And choose to love her. Over and over. Unconditionally.

~ T xo