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Hey you.
Yeahâyou.The one who survived a year that tried to make you smaller and somehow came out hotter, softer, and way more dangerous.
Letâs get one thing straight before this year flips its hair and struts in:
You did not fall apart.
You molted.
Big difference.
You cried because your heart finally trusted you enough to open.
You slowed down because your body stopped tolerating bullshit.
You were alone sometimes because youâre no longer available for half-connection, half-love, or half-aliveness.
Thatâs not sadness.
Thatâs discernment with curves.
And this next year?
Oh⊠sheâs not asking you to fix, prove or heal anything cause babe you were never broken.
Sheâs asking you to inhabit yourself like you own the place,
Because you do!
To want without flinching.
To receive without explaining.
To be seen without tightening your jaw or shrinking your light.
You donât need a vision board.
You are the vision now.
This is the year you stop auditioning for your own life.
The year pleasure stops feeling like a reward and starts feeling like a baseline.
The year your nervous system learns that excitement doesnât equal dangerâit equals arrival.
And listenâif tonight is quiet?
Good.
Thatâs not emptiness.
Thatâs space.
Space for your future to slip in behind you,
hands warm at your waist,
murmuring,âRelax. Iâve got you now.â
So take this with you:
You donât need to chase magic.
You are the spell.
And babyâŠthis year?
You're not performing enlightenment.
You're living it. đâš
You didnât survive this year to sip chamomile and quietly whisper affirmations.
Letâs be crystal clear about something before the year turns over:
You didnât make it through hell just to play nice with your own life.
You learned how to stay when things got intense.
You learned how to feel without folding.
You learned how to let desire breathe without strangling it with âshoulds.â
That makes you dangerous now.
In the best way.
This next year isnât about becoming someone new.
It's about letting the leash drop.
No more flinching when you want.
No more apologizing for your appetiteâfor love, pleasure, money, magic, connection, depth, all of it.
Youâre done pretending you donât know what youâre doing.
And listen closely, because this part matters:
You donât need to harden to be powerful.
You donât need to disappear to be safe.
You donât need to dull your edges to be loved.
Your softness is sharp.
Your desire has teeth.
Your presence changes rooms before you speak.
So if tonight it quiet, let it be deliciously so.
Light a candle.
Stretch like a cat who knows she owns the house.
Smile to yourself like youâve got a secret.
Because you do.
This is the year you stop asking if and start asking how good.
The year you let yourself be wantedâby life, by creation, by whatâs been circling you patiently.
And sweetheartâŠ
You donât walk into this year hoping.
You walk into 2026 claimed, finally, by YOU!
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