We all bring something into the New Year—habits, patterns, beliefs, fears, relationships, expectations, unfinished healing, unfinished conversations, and unfinished growth.

The real work is deciding what actually deserves to come with us. Because not everything does.

This is the part of winter no one talks about — the in-between. The space where you’re not closing the year anymore, but you haven’t stepped into the next one either.

It’s quiet, almost uncomfortably so, and it has a way of bringing up things you didn’t exactly schedule time for.

Winter doesn’t just happen inside individuals.
It happens between people, too.

Between co-parents trying to keep routines steady while juggling everything else.
Between colleagues who care about each other but are running on fumes.
Between family members moving around the same house but feeling worlds apart.