What’s in a year?
Today, I blew one more candle.
For some reason, I usually don’t particularly like celebrating my birthday. But this year I did because I felt truly grateful for what the past year brought me and hopeful for the new year ahead.
Throughout the day, I felt cherished and supported, by loved ones, friends, and new connections who entered my life last year.
And perhaps more importantly, I felt more connected than ever to myself.
It’s been a long road but I finally found my way back to myself.
A year ago, almost to the day, I wrote words in a notebook while reading The Way of the Fearless Writer by
. Little did I know that, just a few months later, those very words would find their way into the first piece I shared here.
Last week, once again, some words scribbled months ago sparked a personal essay. I haven’t published it yet, and I may never share it here, but while writing, I knew deep inside that it was the beginning of something. Something even more meaningful. For the first time, I shared experiences and failures that shaped me, hoping my words might help others.
And then, there’s that other dream. The one I only shared with very few people. The one that keeps tugging at my heart. The dream of welcoming one day other women on a soulful journey here in Corsica, this beautiful island that gave me so much, to help them reconnect with themselves. Right now, it feels unattainable —so far from what I do, and even farther from where my past experiences have led me.
Yet, everything that happened last year proved that sometimes, all you have to do is hold your dreams close to your heart, take little steps in their direction, and trust the process.
Who knows what the future may hold…
Congrats with another beautiful year to come 🌟