I didn’t make any grand resolutions this year. Just this: to keep choosing myself. To move through the world with clarity, softness, and steel.
This column won’t always be about romance, but it will always be about connection.
Healing doesn’t always look quiet or composed. Sometimes it’s messy and loud and a little ridiculous. But if you’re lucky, it’s also shared. Held. Witnessed.
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