The Year Isn’t Over Yet
We are stepping into the last stretch of the year, and I can already feel the collective exhale happening around me. The holidays pick up, routines get soft around the edges, and a lot of people quietly decide that the rest of the year doesn’t really count. It is easy to slip into autopilot and wait for January to bring the spark back. I understand why we do it. The past eleven months have been full. Our brains are tired. Our hearts want rest.
But here is the truth I keep coming back to. The year is not over yet. These last few weeks hold a different kind of clarity if you slow down long enough to notice it. Not the new year hype. Not the pressure to reinvent your entire life. Just a quieter, steadier kind of vision that shows up when the world starts to settle. When the pace shifts. When you finally have a little breathing room to reflect on who you have become since January and who you are becoming next.
I felt this while flying home after Thanksgiving. There is something about being suspended between places that brings your life into sharper focus. The people you love. The choices you are proud of. The things you wish you had done differently. The dreams that feel more real now than they did eleven months ago. It all has a way of meeting you in the quiet. And it reminded me that this season is not an afterthought. It is an invitation.
Before you rush into new goals or resolutions, give yourself permission to be present with where you already are. What did this year teach you? What grew in you that you did not expect? What shifted? What mattered? What did not? These questions feel small, but they hold the kind of clarity you actually need before stepping into a new year with intention instead of pressure.
So if the pace feels slower right now, do not see it as losing momentum. See it as getting grounded. See it as gathering yourself. See it as preparation for what is next. I promise, there is more left in this year than most people think.
The year is not over yet. And who you are becoming is still unfolding.