Dear 2025💋 ,hey Twocents💎.

2025…What a year.The kind of year you don’t just remember, you feel it in your chest. This year came with beauty, yes, but it didn’t come gently. It arrived with pressure, lessons, silence, and growth that hurt before it healed. And still, I stand at the end of it full of gratitude, because I know now that everything that tried to break me actually built me. I’m grateful for the challenges. The loud ones. The quiet ones. The ones I didn’t tell anyone about. The days I felt behind, confused, overwhelmed, yet still showed up. Struggling alone taught me how to sit with myself, how to endure without applause, how to keep going even when no one was clapping. That kind of strength doesn’t announce itself. It just stays. Getting into college was a dream fulfilled and a reality check at the same time. I walked into this new chapter with hope in my hands and fear in my pockets. Some days I felt capable. Other days I felt completely lost. But I stayed. I learned. I grew. And that alone is something to thank God for. And then there were my results. I failed. Badly.No poetic metaphor, just pain. Seeing those results shook me. It made me question myself, my effort, my intelligence, my future. It was embarrassing. It was discouraging. It hurt in ways I didn’t even have words for. But somehow, I didn’t let that failure become my ending. I paused. I cried. I prayed. And then I sprinted. I worked harder. I pushed myself. I showed up differently. I refused to let one moment define my entire story. And when the next results came and they were way better, it wasn’t just improvement, it was redemption. Proof that I’m not stuck. Proof that growth is real. Proof that falling doesn’t mean you’re finished. I’m deeply grateful for my prayer life this year. For learning how to talk to God honestly, without pretending, without fancy words. For learning how to trust Him even when I didn’t understand what He was doing. For discovering that faith isn’t just about miracles, but about endurance. About staying. About believing anyway. Camp was another gift. A pause from the noise. A place of laughter, worship, connection, and healing. A reminder that joy doesn’t have to be complicated. That God meets us in community as much as He meets us in solitude. I’m grateful for new experiences and new people. For friendships that carried me. For conversations that healed me. For people who reminded me who I am when I started to forget. I don’t take that lightly. Friends were not just friends this year, they were anchors. I’m grateful for every place I went, every road I walked, every version of myself that tried. For the days I felt strong and the days I barely survived. For the quiet wins no one saw. For the resilience I didn’t know I had. 2025 wasn’t perfect.But it was purposeful. It broke me open, then taught me how to rebuild. It humbled me, then lifted me. It tested me, then refined me. And through it all, I was held. So I end this year grateful. Grateful for God. Grateful for growth. Grateful for friends. Grateful for lessons. Grateful for second chances. Grateful that I’m still here, still learning, still becoming. 2025, thank you.You were hard.You were beautiful.You changed me.And thank you two cents ❤️.

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