2025 reminded me of Tiramisu. Layered. Contrasting. Honest. Some parts of the year were firm, moments that demanded resolve. Others were soft, where patience, recovery, and stillness mattered more than speed. There was bitterness too. The kind that sharpens perspective. And sweetness, not loud, not instant, but earned. This year altered me in ways I hadn’t planned. It asked me to let go of something familiar. It left a permanent reminder, not visible to everyone, but present