I turned fifty today—and for the first time, I’m not in a hurry to become anything. I didn’t wake up feeling older. I woke up feeling less hurried. Turning fifty does that to you. Not with drama or dread, but with a pause so subtle you almost miss it, until you notice that you’re no longer running inside your own head. For a long time, I believed life was something to be figured out. That clarity would eventually arrive. That if I made the right decisions, stayed disciplined,

There is something quietly powerful about the arrival of a new year. Not because a calendar changes, or fireworks light up the sky. I feel it's just because it offers a pause - a moment to breathe, to look within, and to begin again with a little more awareness than before. 2025 has been a very chaotic year for almost everyone that I have known around me, and I am sure most will agree. As I stand at the edge of this year, I don’t feel the urge to make loud promises for 202

24 years. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime. Sometimes it feels like we blinked. And sometimes — like this year — it feels like the universe placed us on a roller coaster we didn’t exactly sign up for… but rode anyway, together. This year wasn’t the typical anniversary year with neat milestones and predictable rhythms. It was the year we learned to breathe inside uncertainty. The year life asked us questions we hadn’t prepared answers for. This was a year love quietly became

Nineteen. The age when your Spotify playlist gets moodier, your coffee gets stronger, and your comebacks sharper. And yes, the age when...