ATHEART BY HER

 Hellooo beautiful people, and welcome back to my blog (yes—literally my podcast intro, I know 😄). I hope you’re doing amazing and getting ready for Christmas to be Christmas. I can’t wait either… or at least, I think I can’t. Because honestly? I don’t feel festive at all. It feels like July, not December 17th. Ooooh God—how did we even get here? If anyone has tips on how to feel joyful, excited, and ready for the season, please send them my way. My body is only prepared to shut down, not to celebrate. Festiveness wasn’t on my to-do list this year—but trust me, I wouldn’t mind enjoying it, at least a little. Because whew… this year was hell . Anyway. During lunch break today, my colleagues and I were talking about hospitals, and it suddenly hit me: I’ve never been hospitalized. Not even for a few hours. And in that moment, all I could say was, “Thank you, God.” Thank you that I am tired because of Your blessings. Tired because I have a job. Tired because I’m busy. Tired bec...

 Hi beautiful people 🤍, I hope life is treating you kindly. 🌱 As for me—I’m here. Physically present, mentally drained. It’s Tuesday, yet Friday feels so far away. The only comfort is knowing this is the last week of work this year. And honestly… how did we even get here? One moment I was starting the year happy—eating ice cream in peace 🍦, feeling light and hopeful. Then came the turbulence. 2025, I wasn’t ready for you. I don’t think I’ll miss you much, but I will acknowledge you. You taught me lessons I never asked for. You took things I never imagined losing. And still, I thank God for the small mercies 🙏—like ending this year single and whole. No new heartbreaks, no new wounds. The last relationship I was in ended back in 2024—two months in, on June 13. People say it was the worst decision of my life. Maybe they’re right. I sold myself short, and I’m still learning to forgive myself for that. Some days, the regret shows up uninvited, reminding me of choices I wish I had ma...