At the Edge of a Year
The end of the year has a way of asking questions that I don’t always want to answer. It asks me to look honestly at what drained me. At what stretched me thin. At what I held onto long after it stopped holding me. This year doesn’t end with a big celebration. It ended with honesty. The kind that comes when the house is quiet, the lights are low, and there’s no one left to perform for. A couple of reflections as I close out this year: Learning When to Let Go Changing jobs wasn’t about ambition—it was about survival. About finally admitting that I was tired in a way rest alone couldn’t fix. I stayed longer than I should have because I thought endurance was the same as faithfulness. Because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. Because I kept telling myself I could handle just a little more. But carrying something too heavy for too long changes you. It dulls your joy. It steals your patience. And eventually, it demands a choice. Walking away felt terrifying. It still does some d...