To the Year that Shaped Me

Dear Year 2025,

What a year you were!

Strange, that is how I would describe you.

And yet, somehow, you carried a freshness into my being.

You felt like a song from heaven, singing its way through me and asking me questions…

Couldn’t you hear the air humming with notes of opportunity?

Couldn’t you sense the wind guiding you, like a gentle push, urging you toward the path you have always dreamed of finding?

Couldn’t you see the sun shining, asking you to come away with Him?

Couldn’t you feel the ground shifting beneath, inviting you to step forward?

Couldn’t you hear the heavens calling, asking you to come up here?

And through it all, you seemed to whisper…

Will you follow the sound of the invitation to go...go... and go...?

You were a stepping stone pointing me toward what is still to come.

I won’t romanticise the lows, but I will acknowledge how real the experiences were.

They shaped me.

They spoke to me.

They asked something of me.

As I step forward now, I choose to follow the freshness you revealed.

I walk into 2026 with a willingness to be reset and open to what is next.

Thank you for what you showed me.

Thank you for what you released in me.

With gratitude,

P