Looking back now, I think one of the most consistent things throughout this year was music.
Especially during ordinary days that felt emotionally exhausting or repetitive.
Through stressful workdays.
Late-night overthinking.
Quiet weekends.
Random commutes.
Music quietly stayed present in the background somehow.
And honestly?
I think that mattered more than I realized at first.
This year also made me appreciate fandom differently.
Not as something loud or dramatic.
But as comfort.
Routine.
Familiarity.
A small emotional space to return to after difficult days.
From replaying covers endlessly to finally buying albums and merch this year, I think I slowly became more emotionally attached to music than ever before.
And strangely enough, I’m grateful for that.
I also genuinely appreciate the people I met through this little fangirl journey too.
Because even simple conversations about songs, performances, or favorite moments somehow make adulthood feel lighter sometimes.
Looking back now, I think music became one of my quietest forms of comfort this year.
And honestly?
I hope that never changes.
One day at a time,
