Graphic Design by Jacqueline Davis Moranti
This past year, 2025, didn’t just happen to me, it dismantled me. I entered it with plans, goals, bright ideas and a sense of momentum. By the end, I discovered that life doesn’t unfold along tidy lines. It bends you, twists you, splits you open, and in those fissures you find the truth you’d been running from.
In January I walked in with energy, hopeful, confident, convinced I knew who I was and WHERE I was going. I believed that tenacity and grit were the currencies of transformation. I believed that if I worked hard enough, I could sculpt the life I wanted with precision: just enough intention, just enough effort. That notion was lovely in theory, but it didn’t prepare me for the surrender this year demanded.




