Now that Thanksgiving has passed and the house is settling back into its usual rhythm, I’ve found myself thinking about the year as a whole — the quieter shifts, the small lessons, and the ways I’ve changed without even realizing it at the time. This week after Thanksgiving always gives me a bit of space to reflect, and this year especially, it feels meaningful to look back.
It was a year of looking inward, of giving myself permission to grow quietly instead of loudly or quickly. A year where I finally allowed myself to slow down, to move at a pace that felt honest, and to stop rushing toward something just because I felt I should.
I’m grateful for the reminder that focusing on just today makes everything feel softer, calmer, and far more manageable. When I stopped trying to hold the whole year at once, my days became gentler.
I’m grateful for the people who showed up for me — the steady ones, the surprising ones, and even the ones who taught me something in unexpected ways. This year made it clear how much those small moments of support can shape a season.
I’m grateful for the ordinary moments that ended up being the ones that mattered most: slow mornings, quiet routines, simple dinners, laughter at the end of long days. None of them were spectacular, but together they grounded me more than anything else.
I’m grateful for clarity — clarity about what I want, what I value, and what I’m no longer willing to carry. Letting go of what weighed me down opened space for something lighter.
And I’m grateful for a deeper trust in timing and in myself. This year didn’t move in the straight line I expected, but it moved in the direction I needed.
As we step into the final stretch of the year, I hope you find a moment to notice the quiet ways your own year has shaped you. Sometimes the softest seasons become the most meaningful ones.
xox
Maggie
