The Year Is a Story, Not a Schedule

Why I stopped organizing my life around months and started navigating it like a journey.

For most of my life, I thought a year was twelve boxes on a page.

January.
February.
March… etc.

Fill them. Start over.

But eventually I noticed something strange…

Life didn’t actually move in straight lines. It moved in seasons.

It is a spiral of cycles…

There were winters when nothing visible was happening, but something important was quietly taking root.

The…