Serene Sundays: The Last Sunday of 2025

     Today, be serene. Unbothered. Just as you are. As the final Sunday of 2025 settles in, I'm choosing stillness over striving and presence over pressure. This moment doesn't require a performance or a plan—only permission to arrive exactly where you are. The year has carried its share of lessons, losses, laughter, and long pauses. And today, there's no need to sort them or summarize them. There is only room to breathe.

     Serene Sundays have become my gentle reminder that rest is not a reward; it's a rhythm. It's the quiet confidence of knowing you don't have to fix yourself to be worthy of peace. You are everything you need to be in this moment—unfinished, becoming, whole. Let the noise soften. Let the timelines fade. What remains is your breath, your body, your heart—steady and sufficient.

     As this year closes, I'm honoring what unfolded without rushing to define what comes next. Growth didn't always look loud or linear, but it was real. Healing didn't always announce itself, but it showed up. And even in the waiting, something sacred was happening. Sometimes the bravest thing we do is stop pushing and trust that who we are today is enough for today.

     So on this last Sunday of 2025, I choose serenity. I choose to be unbothered by what didn't happen and grateful for what did. I choose to meet myself with kindness and step forward without urgency. If you needed a sign to rest, this is it. You are enough. You are just fine. And this moment—right here—is worthy of your peace.