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This was the year of the rose. Not as a symbol, as a process. Alignment didn’t arrive all at once. It came through decisions. Through choosing differently.
Through taking responsibility for the roles I played in places that no longer fit.
The petals fell. One by one. Not from loss from precision.
What didn’t serve me shed itself.
2026 isn’t a new beginning. It’s an edit.
A continuation of the work I put in last year and then seeing what grows from it.
And for the first time in a long time, I’m genuinely excited.
That never-stopping, always-improving energy. The kind that keeps me moving forward after all these years.
Only the petals that belong get added back. The ones that feel honest. The ones that last.
January for CKD already exists in a different world than last year. And I couldn’t be more proud of that.
