Better read while listening to Strong Enough by Cher.
2025 was the year I set out to find the love of my life.
I invested a lot of time in dating and meeting new people, hoping for a spark, a sign — something real. While I met a few wonderful souls and made lasting friendships, I was also met with deep disappointment. The romantic connection I longed for never came. And for a while, that felt like failure.
But as the year unfolded, I realised something much deeper:
My life wasn’t empty because I lacked a partner.
Quite the opposite.
In 2025, I travelled solo — a lot. I connected with myself in ways I couldn’t have imagined in my twenties. My life became full of friendships, adventure, stability, and a quiet kind of joy that doesn’t ask for permission. I’ve never felt more complete.
These days, I work, travel, go to therapy, and nurture my mental health. I pour love into myself. And yes — I spoil me. Looking back, I’m actually thankful I spent the year searching for love, because it led me here:
To the realisation that if love does arrive, I’ll be ready to cherish it — not because I need it, but because I know how whole I already am.
2026: A Year of Forgiveness & Softness
This year, I made a quiet promise to myself:
To live gently.
To forgive more — especially myself.
To let go of pressure, expectations, and timelines.
I want to learn how to enjoy the process — to really savour time, instead of rushing through it. I want to learn how to accept failure not as defeat, but as redirection. I want to stop expecting so much from others, and instead give myself the grace I so freely offer to everyone else.
People often tell me I live life to the fullest — but honestly, for a long time, I was just sprinting. Hustling. Rushing from one goal to the next. I was terrified of missing out. But not anymore.
That’s what solo travel taught me:
Life doesn’t have to be a to-do list.
It can be soft. Spacious. Slow.
It can be yours.
Yes, I still have goals for 2026. But I’m giving myself the gift of breathing room. I’m letting go of the tight schedule and learning to trust the pace of my own becoming.
The Art of Letting Go
I’m learning that some things need to be released, not fixed. That boundaries aren’t walls — they’re doors you choose to close. That letting go doesn’t mean giving up; it means making space for something better.
I’ve always struggled to move on from things that didn’t work — relationships, jobs, friendships. I held on until I bled, thinking it was strength. But now I know:
Failure isn’t always about trying harder.
Sometimes, it’s about walking away.
And that is my New Year’s resolution.
As Nina Simone once said:
«You’ve got to learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served.»
That quote doesn’t only apply to romance.
It applies to the job that drains you.
The friendships that have run their course.
The habits that quietly destroy your peace.
2026: Not Fake Positivity — Just Real Peace
So yes — my only real goal this year is this:
To be gentler with myself.
To accept my failures.
To celebrate my wins.
To live — and thrive — in the skin I once feared to show.
2026 isn’t about forcing joy or pretending everything’s okay.
It’s about letting go. Saying goodbye.
And opening new doors — the kind where love walks in and stays.
So I can’t help but wonder — is 2026 the year I finally learn to live a soft life?
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