05/12/2025
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐
December slips in quietly, and suddenly you ask yourself: Have I really grown, or have I only been holding on? The world seems to move faster, everyone evolving, arriving, while youโre still finding your own beat. But maybe Decemberโs gift is this: progress doesnโt have to be loud to be real. Sometimes, it whispers. Sometimes, itโs quiet, slow, and unseenโฆ until one day, it isnโt.
What if your greatest victory this month is giving yourself permission to slow down?
To put down the weight of expectations.
To trade guilt for gratitude, pressure for ease.
To honor the parts of you that have been holding everything together โ especially your inner child, whoโs been waiting for rest, for recognition, for the simple truth: youโve always been enough.
You are not behind.
You are not late.
You are becoming โ quietly, steadily, in your own rhythm.
And then someoneโs words arrive like a gentle mirror: โNo wonder you cry like that โ youโve fought so much to become who you are now. Donโt forget to look back; your progress is real, and every hardship you overcame shaped the strength you carry today.โ
Their words fall softly, but they strike deep. Looking back on this year, every hidden feeling surfaces. Tears come โ not from weakness, but from clarity, from seeing how far youโve come, how much youโve healed, and how quietly growth has been building inside you all along.
Maybe thatโs Decemberโs lesson: the end of the year isnโt about finishing loud, fast, or perfect. Itโs about honoring where youโve been, cherishing the small victories, and acknowledging your inner child. Every messy day, every struggle, every quiet triumph has been shaping the person you are now.
So as the year leans toward its last breath, finish the way your soul needs โ strong, slow, soft, or somewhere in between.
Healing is not a race.
Progress is not a performance.
Sometimes the quietest growth โ the kind you barely notice โ is exactly what makes the yearโs closing feel whole.
A gentle ending.
A soft release.
A December that finally sees you โ and all the progress youโve quietly made.
๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ | Mary Margarette Labininay
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง |Ashley Nicole Tabuan
๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ | Yuval Premacio
