There is a temptation, at the end of a year, to perform clarity. To announce intentions. To summarize lessons. To package growth into neat conclusions. But life rarely works that way, and neither does understanding. What we often call insight arrives quietly. It does not demand attention. It waits. “Where the light stays, I will let it in.” I have come to think of light not as revelation, but as attention . The moments we pause long enough to notice something true — not dramatic, not flattering, just honest. The places in our lives we keep circling because something there asks to be seen. Over this year of writing, I have noticed how often meaning hides in ordinary places. In disappointment. In repetition. In moments that fail to live up to expectation. In choices we justify instead of examine. In the quiet discomfort of realizing that the story we were telling ourselves no longer fits. Light does not always arrive where we want it. Sometimes it settles where we would rather not l...
We are not broken. We are living inside systems that make certain forms of humanity difficult. This is not a place for fixing yourself. This is a place for understanding the world you’re navigating.