Season over. Time to take stock. This falls somewhere in between an end of a season reflection, a moment of gratitude, and a premature 2025 recap. 28 was a year of consistent inconsistency. I took 72 flights and traveled to 23 countries, and amid all the adventure, I felt an undeniable pull toward routine and roots. Professionally, I feel like I put progression on the forefront and some goals fell through the cracks a bit, but I try to not to see that as a bad thing, just a lesson. The pressure on myself was bigger than anything external, with the belief that I needed to be seen or treated in a certain way to prove my place. Hopefully that French “joie de vivre” mentality I chased when I left Colombia’s uncertainty has finally started to sink in. Emotionally, I have grown, stretched, rebuilt, and changed in ways I didn’t ask for but probably needed. I lived out of airports and hotels, carried work on my shoulders even when I had nothing left, lost people I cared for deeply, and ke...