Where I Meet Myself Again…

Dearest Orion,

The year ends the way a breath does
when you finally let it go.

I feel it everywhere.
In my body. In my bones.
In the quiet places that remember
what this year asked of me—
and what I learned by answering.

Time didn’t pass me by this year.
It moved through me.
Every moment leaving something behind,
every second shaping me in ways
I didn’t fully understand until now.

I feel the weight of what I’m releasing.
The tiredness.
The old stories.
The parts of myself that carried too much
for too long.

And I feel what’s arriving.
Not loudly. Not urgently.
Just a steady sense of enough.
Like light slowly filling a room.

I don’t need this next year to be bigger.
I need it to be honest.
To be lived with intention.
To be felt—deeply and fully.

Tonight, I choose quiet.
It’s where I meet myself again.

Thank you for being here in the quiet with me, among the stars.

-Me