As the calendar turns and I mark another trip around the sun, I’m doing something that doesn’t always come naturally to me, slowing down. Instead of rushing into resolutions or filling my days with to-do lists, I’m pausing long enough to breathe, reflect, and acknowledge a year that asked me to carry fear and gratitude in the same hands and somehow made room for both. 2025 gave me a gift I will never take lightly; my first truly clear CT scan since my breast cancer diagnosis in 2023. Clear lungs. No shadows. No nodules. Words that still feel surreal when I say them out loud. At first, I held that news quietly, almost protectively, as if celebrating too loudly might somehow tempt fate. But this journey has taught me something important: good bloodwork, clean scans, and moments of relief aren’t meant to be whispered. They are meant to be honored. Every win, no matter how fragile, tentative, or hard-earned, deserves its moment in the light. I’m celebrating the strength it took to live in ...