This time of year always hits me quietly. Not in a loud, celebratory way… but in a real way. It’s when I start noticing how much I’ve actually been through. The moments I didn’t post about. The days I questioned myself. The times I kept going even when I didn’t feel strong. Looking back at this year, I don’t just see wins. I see growth in the messy middle. I see lessons I didn’t ask for but needed. I see a version of me that didn’t quit when it would’ve been easier to walk away. And honestly… I’