Here’s to the Moments We Don’t Measure

December wasn’t my most consistent month—not by a long shot. The blog? Barely touched it. Running? My legs had other ideas and kept giving up on me.

It’s funny because November ended on a high note with my longest run yet—15k at a ~6:10 pace. I was feeling good, but December had other plans. Travels got in the way, and my running goals slowly slipped through the cracks.

While running didn’t happen, I stayed consistent with planking and pushups. It felt good to have a small corner of discipline when everything else felt like it was floating.

Beyond workouts, though, December turned into something else entirely. I leaned into relationships more than I have in months. I reconnected with friends, spent real time with people, and didn’t hesitate to splurge on a few fancy trips this year. Silly money? Maybe. But worth it? Absolutely.

Back in September, I pushed myself out of my comfort zone for my friend’s 40th. I joined a group trip where I didn’t know most of the crew and ended up surprising myself. There was dancing, laughter, and no pressure to be anything other than present. That trip reminded me how much life there is in simply letting go.

December was for giving and showing up for family. I hosted my brothers and friends more times than I can count, cooking afang—a dish that’s quickly becoming my new specialty. There’s something special about the quiet joy of gathering, eating, and laughing, and I was happy to be the one making that happen. Whether through food, conversations, or just being available, December reminded me how meaningful it is to show up for the people who matter most.

Work? That took a backseat. Honestly, I just didn’t want to care. I let myself shut down as the year wound down, and for once, I didn’t fight it. There was no grand reason, no overthinking—I just let myself rest.

So, no, December wasn’t about consistency. But it was about presence. It was about living beyond the usual rhythms and being okay with the quieter moments. Maybe consistency is overrated, or maybe it just looks different depending on the season. Either way, I’m grateful for what this month brought, even if it wasn’t what I planned.

Here’s to the moments we don’t measure.

(ChatGPT edited this post. Grateful for innovation honestly.)