2025 has been one of the hardest years of my life. And that’s saying something, because it’s also been one of the most fascinating.
The hard stuff?
- My parents are aging, and the weight of that sits heavy some days.
- Work – the place I’ve given far too many years – has become toxic. It used to be a small family-owned company that felt like home. Then it was sold, and now it’s run like a dictatorship. Every day I stay, it chips at me a little more.
- My pets, my constant companions, are getting older too. Every little ache or limp reminds me that time doesn’t slow down, no matter how much I beg it to.
- And me? I’ve been walking around feeling unsure of life itself – what’s next, where I fit, and whether I’ll ever feel settled. Stress isn’t even the right word. It’s heavier than that.
And yet… 2025 hasn’t been all bad. Not even close.
- I’ve taken amazing vacations that left me both rested and awestruck.
- I’ve earned new certifications, proof that I’m still growing and moving forward.
- I’ve put myself out there more than ever before – sharing, creating, showing up.
It’s been a year of contradictions: grief and joy, exhaustion and adventure, endings and beginnings.
And maybe that’s why the Cosmic Piggy Bank keeps showing up. Maybe the universe knew I’d need a little extra magic this year – something to remind me that even when life feels heavy, there are still follies to laugh about and fortunes to marvel at.
So here’s my confession: money doesn’t erase the hard stuff. It doesn’t fix the ache of aging parents, toxic jobs, or the ticking clock of beloved pets. But it does give me space. Space to hope, to breathe, to imagine something different.
And maybe that’s the real fortune after all.
