There comes a moment when you realize you’ve been surviving instead of living.
You’ve been doing what you should… instead of what makes you feel alive.
You’ve been showing up for everyone but forgot how to show up for you.
So next year, the goal is simple: come back to yourself.
Slowly. Gently. Honestly.
I want to fall back in love with the person I’m becoming -
the one who chooses peace, who sets boundaries,
who isn’t afraid to start over,
who isn’t ashamed to grow.
I want to fall back in love with the world too - with morning light, with music that makes me feel something,
with long walks, new places, soft conversations,
and all the little moments I used to rush through.
Because life feels different when you actually pay attention.
When you let yourself enjoy things without guilt.
When you stop waiting for the “perfect time”
and allow yourself to live now.
Next year is not about becoming a completely new person.
It’s about remembering who I was before I got tired.
Before I doubted myself.
Before life got heavy.
It’s about choosing joy again - even in small doses.
Choosing curiosity.
Choosing to believe that good things are still possible.
Choosing to believe that I am still possible.
I’m not chasing perfection.
I’m choosing connection - with myself, with life, with the things that make my heart wake up.
If I fall, I’ll get back up.
If I slow down, I’ll rest.
If I get lost, I’ll return to myself.
This year, the goal is simple:
heal, grow, soften, open, and live.
Not for anyone else - but for me.
🧡 this is PUBLIC FEELINGS
reporting live from the inside.