It's the Seventh Month of the year 2025. This feels like a diary entry already.

I've gotten past the hurdle of trying to negotiate New Year's resolutions with the universe. I'm more into enjoying goal-setting and scoring at any point in my life and in the year.

This year has been slow, steady, and progressive. A lot of quiet days of contemplation, planning, and praying. A number of fast days full of activities, and time passing without so much eye on the clock. I've felt more pain than progress. More late nights outside than staying in, enjoying the warmth and cooking of my parents' house.

I believe this is my year of healing. I feel sown back together, i feel a large tear in my heart healing and I have to endure the itching and the aches until it is healed.

2025.