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I didn’t plan for my life to feel this good this early in the year.

What lingers isn’t love—it’s the realization of how much I was lied to.

I’ve been kind my whole life. I’ve also been quietly unwilling to accept false narratives.

After everything I lost, becoming wasn’t an option.

2026 wasted no time.

Apparently, my nervous system has officially cleared me for sparkle again.

I went from a conversation grounded in integrity to one that exposed its absence. The contrast was unmistakable.

December 30, 2025 It is unsettling to me that even now—months later—conversations still surface in the most unexpected places, with unexpected people, about the man I once loved deeply. Conversations I don't start, but somehow always find me. Not conversations fueled by drama or emotion. But quiet, matter-of-fact acknowledgments from people on the periphery—people who knew him through brief interactions, professional encounters, or community proximity—and who clocked early on

This wasn’t really about a crown.

I was excited until the voice in my head asked who I thought I was

There are endings that don’t break your heart. They return you to yourself.

Hiking 107 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail taught me a lot just not what I thought it would.

I reached the summit expecting a descent, and found a departure instead.

2025 was the hardest year of my life. And also the best.

My life is a mix of the truest parts of humanity.

They told me I had big shoes to fill. No one asked how heavy they felt.