
Last Friday marked another trip around the sun, and as I sit down to reflect, I can’t help but feel grateful for all the moments—big and small—that have shaped me over the past year. Birthdays have always been a mix of emotions for me, a blend of excitement, nostalgia, and quiet contemplation.
This year, my celebration was simple and intimate, surrounded by family, love, and good food. No grand parties or extravagant plans—just heartfelt conversations, laughter, and a warm sense of home. Sometimes, the best way to honor another year of life is by embracing the little things that bring us joy.
Looking back, this past year has been one of growth. I’ve explored new places, dived deeper into my passions, and allowed myself the grace to take things slow. I’ve learned to appreciate the beauty of moving at my own pace—whether in reading, in life, or in pursuing goals. There’s no rush, no race, just the journey itself.
As I step into this new chapter, I hope to continue embracing the unknown with curiosity, to find joy in the ordinary, and to surround myself with stories—both the ones I read and the ones I create in my own life. If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that time is best spent doing what makes your soul feel alive.
So here’s to another year of adventures, of books that keep me up at night, of laughter that lingers long after the moment has passed, and of love in all its wonderful forms.
Happy belated birthday to me! ♡





