Dear Me - A Christmas Letter for the Self

I know you’re tired.
Not the kind of tired a nap fixes — the deeper kind.

But it's important to say something simple:

You’ve done enough.
You are enough.
You can soften now.

This year stretched you in ways most people will never see.
You adapted, you tried, you kept going on days you wanted to disappear.
And you also grew — quietly, steadily, in ways you didn’t notice.

Please give yourself credit for that.

This Christmas, you don’t need to sparkle.
You don’t need to host perfectly.
You don’t need to be endlessly patient, cheerful, or available.

What you need — and deserve — is a bit of breathing room.

A slow morning.
A real laugh.
A plate of something simple.
A moment where you feel your shoulders drop because no one is asking anything of you. You need to receive it...

You’re allowed to want have a gentler Christmas this year.
You’re allowed to say no.
You’re allowed to make space for what actually matters to you — not what you think should matter.

And if all you manage is being honest with yourself… that’s more than enough.

You’re doing beautifully, even with the messy bits.
Especially with the messy bits.

Merry Christmas,
Me 🪷