The Bittersweet Timing of Change


There’s something about birthdays that always makes me pause and reflect. Maybe it’s because another year has been added, or maybe it’s because life has a way of reminding me that time doesn’t stand still. This year, though, the reflection feels heavier than usual.

I know why things have to change. I’ve played the reasons over and over in my head, and logically, it all makes sense. But knowing doesn’t take away the sting. The sadness and anxiety often grow louder than the rational explanations, and some days it feels like my heart is carrying more weight than my mind can balance.

It’s funny how life works in circles. Last year, just two days after my birthday, a new chapter opened for me—one that shaped my days, my routines, and even parts of who I became. Now, a year later, that chapter is ending right after my birthday once again. The symmetry almost feels like the universe is trying to tell me something, even if I can’t fully see the message yet.

There’s a bittersweetness to it all. I feel grateful for what has been, yet uncertain about what comes next. That uncertainty, if I’m honest, scares me. It’s easy to slip into worry—what if the next step isn’t as good? What if I stumble? What if I can’t handle the changes?

But then, I remind myself of a truth I’ve always held close: God never takes something away without replacing it. Maybe not immediately, maybe not in the way I expect, but always in a way that matters. Endings aren’t punishments—they’re preparations. They create space where new beginnings can grow.

So here I am, caught in between the ache of letting go and the quiet hope of what’s to come. I don’t know the details of tomorrow, but I trust that I’m being led somewhere I’m meant to be.

Birthdays have a way of marking time, not just by age but by seasons. And this one will forever remind me that sometimes the best gifts don’t come wrapped in certainty—they come in the form of change.

Because while it hurts to close a chapter, I know deep down that the story isn’t over. And maybe, just maybe, the next pages will hold something even better than I could have planned.



au revoir. 


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