☁️ The Year That Slipped Through My Fingers
It feels like yesterday was January. I still can’t believe how quickly the days slipped through my fingers, and now here we are — already in December.
Another chapter closing, another story to be grateful for. Even though the year rushed by, the journey remained beautiful in its own quiet, magical way.
From the very start of this year, so many small moments made my heart full.
I reconnected with an old friend.
I traveled and watched the clouds drift beneath me.
I finally saw my husband again after a whole year apart.
I upgraded little corners of our home.
And after disappearing for two years, I even found the courage to write again — hahaha, finally!
But this year also carried its share of heartbreak.
I lost two of my beloved cats — Gray and Molly.
I really believed I would grow old with them… that one day they’d meet my future kids and continue filling our home with their soft, silly presence. But destiny chose a different path. Losing them carved an empty space in my heart, yet I remind myself that life still has beautiful things ahead.
I also noticed how I became more judgmental of the world around me — even when I know better. We should always choose kindness, but being human means making mistakes… saying things we don’t truly mean, giving up before trying, hurting without realizing it.
But despite everything — I’m still here.
Still learning.
Still growing.
Still writing with a grateful, hopeful heart.
For every wrong step I took, life quietly placed a new chance in front of me — always something bigger, something better, something meant for me.
One of the best memories of my year was hugging the person I love after so long. That moment felt like time paused, just to let me breathe in the peace I had been missing.
I also reconnected with nature — something I want to keep doing every year. It’s one of my goals now to see more places, feel the wind again, and remind myself how endlessly beautiful life can be when we slow down enough to really look.
Most of all, I spent this year with the people I love, doing the small things that make my heart soft. And honestly, those little moments mean the most.
Next year, I want to be a better person.
Not perfect — just better.
Less negativity, less overthinking, less harshness toward myself and others. I want to travel more, try new foods, laugh more, play more, and of course… see the person I love again.
To anyone who reads this, I hope you’re happy wherever you are.
Thank you, 2025, for being gentle with me — even if you passed by so quickly.
