Merry Christmas

❄︎

This year is ending swiftly. Somewhere between my last letter and this one, everything shifted so suddenly that time seemed to fold in on itself. Weeks passed but it felt like one long, difficult breath.

I had been inhaling deeply, filling my chest with hope, but before it could settle in my lungs, the breath was cut short.

With the exhale came a sense of decline. All the leaves I had been holding onto fell from my branches overnight. Shattered and painful. And yet this bleakness was always part of choosing hope.

With so many changes still unfolding and emotions feeling overwhelming, I haven’t had the energy to find my rhythm again. Still, I tried to make something for this year’s Catmas. Though vulnerable, it’s shimmering.

Merry Christmas and New Year.