Carrying Many Worlds at Once
2025 did not move in straight lines.
It moved the way rivers do; splitting, rejoining, carving new paths when the old ones no longer held.
2025 was a threshold year. The kind you only recognize afterward, when you realize something irreversible has happened. I finished my PhD. Not as a neat ending, not as a ceremonial closure, but as a long crossing that quietly reshaped how I think, decide, and carry responsibility in the world.
For years, the PhD was a container that held uncertainty safely. In 2025, that container dissolved. The question shifted from Can I do this? to what will I choose to do with what I now know? Freedom arrived heavier than ambition but also more honest.
