On Christmas morning, I took a leisurely walk along the beach, the sand cool beneath my feet.

I watched as families laughed and played, their joy a reminder of the love that awaited me back home.

For the first time in years, I felt truly present, untethered by obligation or expectation. As the day unfolded, I knew this was the start of a new tradition—one where Christmas wasn’t just about giving to others, but also about giving to myself.

This holiday season, as my family gathered without me, I hoped they found a newfound appreciation for the little things I once took care of.

And perhaps, when I returned, we’d all embrace the spirit of Christmas with a deeper understanding of love, gratitude, and the importance of cherishing each other’s presence.