Send us a text What if the real power of January is not a sprint toward reinvention, but a vow to be here now? I open a tender, grounded conversation about grief, Epiphany, and the quiet magic of devotion, anchored by the two-year anniversary of my mother’s passing and her steady wisdom: “My favorite flower is the one in bloom.” We unpack why early January often feels heavy despite the “new year” buzz, and how honoring the season of inner winter can relieve the pressure to perform. Through t...