Unapologetically Lucky

A Letter to Those Who Read Letters

Dear You

Yes, you.

You may know me from a job, a project we shared, or work we did together. You may be someone who passed through my life as a friend or an acquaintance. I might have passed through yours as a therapist, a facilitator, or a colleague. Maybe you are one of the people who helped me be the person I am today. However we met, this is what I want you to know.

You made it.

You made it through 2025.

That alone is something to acknowledge.

It was a hell of a year.

What I saw, heard, felt, and lived through often went beyond what I thought was possible. At times I honestly wondered if we are doomed as humans. Whether all we can do is accept what should never be acceptable. My heart aches for the horrors that unfolded in 2025, and in the years before it.

And like every year, I find myself asking what made this one different. Most years, I keep that question private. This time, I want to be more open, because openness allows us to connect.

Despite everything that has been unfolding, there were moments. Sometimes brief, sometimes longer. Moments of connection. Of shared understanding that what is happening is not quite right. Moments of small wins. When effort, patience, and persistence finally created something that felt like gold. Not literally, but in that quiet, steady way when you realise your work has landed. It feels good to work hard and feel rewarded. It makes it a little easier to accept that you are allowed to receive.

The people around me have been fighting hard just to stay afloat in a time where resources are once again unfairly distributed. And somehow the blame keeps landing on those who have the least. That is another story for another time. What matters here is this. The people I care about have fought hard. Nothing came easily. And, like everyone, there were defeats. Painful ones. Moments of giving up. Moments of putting the oxygen mask on your own face while the plane is going down anyway.

I have seen the hustle. The fight. The refusal to give up. Nothing has been easy. And nothing looks likely to become easy any time soon.

And yet, this is what I keep coming back to.

I think you deserve to be unapologetically lucky.

I mean the kind of luck where good things happen in your favour without you having to fight for every inch. Without performance. Without proving. Just by being here. By breathing.

So my quiet wish for 2026 is this. I want to see more people become unapologetically lucky. Especially those who have carried too much for too long. Those who deserve more ease. Those for whom life could afford to be a little kinder.

May luck be with you. Luck as in success that arrives by chance rather than by force. Luck as the opposite of misfortune.

Something we could all use more of.

Unapologetically Lucky

It’s been mad.
You felt it.
I felt it.
Earth felt it.

It’s been dark.
So little light.
Hopeless nights.
Sleep deprived.

People left.
Left a mark.
Left us be
in the dark.

I know you.
Felt it too.
What was said
made no sense.

Now it’s time.
Time to rise.
No compromise.

Because we breathe.
Because we are.
Unapologetically lucky.

Lucky.
Lucky.
Lucky.