What I’m Carrying With Me Into the End of the Year
As this year begins to close, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m actually taking with me—not in a goal-setting, “next level” kind of way, but in a grounded, honest one.
This season of my life has taught me that growth doesn’t always look loud. Sometimes it looks like restraint. Sometimes it looks like choosing peace over potential. Sometimes it looks like letting things stay unfinished because forcing them would cost too much.
This year asked me to slow down in ways I didn’t expect. It asked me to sit with myself longer. To listen more closely. To stop performing strength and start practicing softness—not as weakness, but as wisdom.
Here’s what I’m consciously carrying with me into the end of the year:
I’m carrying discernment. Not everything deserves my energy just because I can do it. I’ve learned to ask myself, Does this nourish me, or does it drain me quietly?
I’m carrying trust in timing. Even when things feel delayed, I can see now that nothing has been wasted. Some things simply needed more space to mature—including me.
I’m carrying presence. Being where my feet are has been one of the most grounding practices this year. Less multitasking, less rushing through moments I won’t get back.
And I’m carrying permission—to change my mind, to rest without explanation, to want different things than I wanted before.
If you’re closing this year feeling tender, reflective, or even unsure, I want you to know that you’re not behind. You’re not late. You’re not missing anything meant for you.
You’re arriving—just more honestly than before.