One year ago, I had no idea my life was about to turn upside down. What I thought was steady suddenly felt uncertain, and I found myself adjusting to a future that looked different than the one I had planned. The picture I carried for my family shifted in ways I never expected.
This post is not about what happened. It’s about what came after.
I remember the fear of the unknown, and the quiet resolve that followed it. When everything felt unsteady, the focus became simple: keep moving forward, even if the steps were small and the path unclear.
Over the last year, I learned that stability isn’t something you wait for. It’s something you build, often quietly, often imperfectly. It looks like showing up when you’re tired. Making decisions when there is no perfect option. Choosing consistency over comfort, again and again.
There were moments when I questioned everything I thought I knew about the future. Dreams I once held with certainty had to be reimagined. Not because they disappeared, but because they no longer fit the reality in front of me. Letting go of that version of “forever” was painful, but necessary.
What surprised me most was what remained. Strength I didn’t realize I had. Perspective that only comes from being tested. A deeper understanding of what actually matters when everything else falls away.
This year wasn’t about starting over. It was about standing still long enough to figure out what was solid, and what wasn’t. About learning how to stay grounded while life continued to shift around me.
I’m still standing. Not because it was easy, but because I kept going. And sometimes, that’s enough.
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