Hi friend,

I can’t believe another year is basically over. And yet, strangely, this one doesn’t feel like it flew by. Maybe it’s politics, maybe the economy, maybe the general state of the world — but it feels like, at some point this year, everyone lost their mind a little. Or maybe that’s just my impression. Either way, the year went on. As it always does.

What remains are the traces: what happened, the people we met, the trips we took, the relationships we built — and the ones we didn’t.

More than anything, this year taught me faith. The older I get, the more I find myself trusting the universe — trusting that things unfold the way they should, and that no good deed goes unnoticed. 2025 wasn’t an easy year for me, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good one. I grew. I achieved things I had been hoping for. It was an early grower — it started rough, slowly softened, and somehow ended on an amazingly high note: closing a beautiful chapter in fever, an unforgettable trip to Brazil, a new job, and now spending the holidays visiting one of my best friends in London. Not bad for a “hard” year.

• Interestingly, many friends told me 2025 was an amazing year for them. And I loved hearing that. It reminded me that time doesn’t move the same way for everyone — thank goodness.

I don’t know yet if I’ll make a formal list of goals for the year ahead. But I do know this: I’ll keep doing my best, like we always do. And life, somehow, will keep meeting us halfway — like it always does.

I also want to say: Merry Christmas. I hope you had a beautiful night yesterday. Mine was special — it was the first Christmas in three years that I didn’t spend alone, and that meant more than I expected. Today, I’m celebrating with one of the most important people in my life — a friend I wrote about exactly one year ago when he received an offer to move to London. And now, here we are, celebrating the holidays together at his new home.

Life really is wonderful sometimes.

Happy New Year.
With love,
M.