27/10/2026
October, October, October. You’ve been so savage to me.
The places I’ve been, the people I’ve met, the rooms I’ve walked into wondering what on earth I was doing there.
And somewhere in the middle of it all, I turned 46.
If there’s one thing these 46 years have taught me, it’s that I keep on going.
In my sneakers, barefoot, on a horse, on a bus, on a broom. Whatever it takes, I’ll find a way.
Don’t get me wrong. Things have been tough. But the relationship I’ve developed with fear has turned out to be surprisingly productive.
I’ll walk into rooms where I don’t belong. I’ll ask the stupid question. I’ll admit when I know absolutely nothing. I’ll listen, observe, try, fail, correct myself and try again.
Not because I underestimate myself. Quite the opposite.
I know what I’m capable of. I know what I bring to the table. But I also know there’s so much more to learn, to discover, to become. And I have no intention of stopping.
I don’t need to have it all figured out. I just need to keep moving.
I’d rather make the wrong decision and correct it than stand still waiting for the perfect one.
And when I look back at this past year, there’s one thing that makes me particularly proud.
I love the woman I’ve become.
Not because she always gets it right. Quite the opposite.
I’ve failed so many times. Sometimes after giving it absolutely everything I had.
It stings, failing when you’ve given your best. Your ego bleeds a little. But strangely enough, there’s something delicious about failure when you know you held nothing back.
Because I keep showing up. Even when unsure. Even when exhausted. Even when I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
And somehow, everywhere I go, I discover a little more of myself.
A room I almost didn’t enter. A question I almost didn’t ask. A random conversation that turns out to be exactly the answer I needed.
Perhaps that’s what I’ve come to believe.
Magic is faith disguised as an encounter.
October, you’ve been savage, generous, exhausting and extraordinary.
And I wouldn’t necessarily want to live you twice.
But I wouldn’t trade you either.
On we go.
