This week I:
✔️ ticked many boxes
✔️ ploughed through the to-do list like a woman possessed
✔️ drove many, many miles (why is everything always far?)
✔️ collected endless documents (why do they all exist in triplicate?)
✔️ tied up loose ends that had clearly been loose since at least 2019
✔️ completed tasks I do not remember agreeing to, creating, or emotionally consenting to

Somehow — somehow — I also found time for:
🎶 choir
🎾 padel
🩺 doctors
🏥 hospital appointments

At the end of it all, I sat down, stared into space, and thought:
How on earth did I survive this entire year doing absolutely everything myself?

Then it hit me.

I’ve always done everything myself.
Apparently, the last 32 years were not chaos — they were training.
Unpaid. Unacknowledged. Advanced-level. No breaks.

Honestly, if resilience were a sport, I’d have at least three gold medals, a pulled hamstring, and a very strong opinion about clipboards.

So now I look ahead to 2026 with faith, perspective, and a much clearer list of non-negotiables.

I’m manifesting:
✨ more love
✨ more ease
✨ more laughter
✨ fewer dramas that aren’t even mine
✨ significantly fewer encounters involving the Guardia Civil
✨ fewer court hearings
✨ and an aggressive reduction in nonsense

Mostly, I’m hoping for:
💛 genuine people
💛 honest conversations
💛 humour as a coping strategy
💛 peace that doesn’t require constant vigilance

Less surviving.
More living.
Less explaining.
More being understood.

If the past year proved anything, it’s this:
I can handle hard things.
But moving forward, I’d quite like better things.

Onwards — wiser, lighter, and still standing. 💪😄