This year did not ask politely. It asked us to shed—layers of self, expectation, certainty, and the stories we once used to survive. The Year of the Snake arrived not as a whisper, but as a reckoning. Skin after skin fell away, revealing tender places we did not feel ready to show the world, or…
Eleven years ago, I sat in heels, smiling for the world. Today, I sit in truth. This is a reflection on confidence, survival, and the quiet beginning of becoming.