You're the year in which I became more grounded, less reactive. More grateful and at peace with the ordinary moments of life.
Perfectionism finally began its fall. I learned what it meant to unravel, humbly accepting the place of not knowing and my inability to be in control. My internal dialogue transformed. Gentler. Kinder. More nourishing.
It was far from a flashy year, with very little to showcase in the realm of tangible goals conquered. But in terms of inner soul work... mighty damn impressive, my dear. I learned to trust my intuition and found appreciation for my own rhythm too.
So 29, bring it on. I have a feeling I'll keep becoming that person -- the one that's entirely different than I imagined I'd be. It's that very person that I'm growing to love so deeply.
