December, the Crowned Closer: A Benediction for the Becoming

Dear Blessed Hearts,

There is something exquisite—almost holy—about arriving at December with your head held high, and your spirit stretched wider than the horizons you once feared. Something about closing the year not with exhaustion, but with revela: December is not merely a month; she is an elder, a witness, a keeper of receipts, and she walks into our lives with that regal confidence only time itself can earn.

And this year, she met me in a different way.

She found me standing on the other side of my own expectations, staring at the landscape of a life I dared to shape and then surpassed. Every intention I set became a threshold. Every promise I made to myself became a doorway. And the dreams that once felt like delicate seeds burst into full bloom, unapologetically, without hesitation or permission.

This year, I exceeded myself.

This is not arrogance; this is acknowledgment.
A rare, necessary honesty.
A devotion to truth—my truth.

Because while some remained a dollar short and a day late—trying to calculate my trajectory with equations that could never account for ancestral variables—I kept moving, not out of defiance, but out of alignment. I kept advancing eight steps ahead, not because I needed to be seen, but because the chessboard of my life demanded strategy, mastery, and divine timing.

And divine timing is real.

I have learned to stop operating on the clock of others—those who underestimated my capacity, misunderstood my calling, or preferred me in versions of myself I outgrew long ago. I do not live on their timetable. I am not tethered to their expectations. I am not responsible for the stories they tell themselves about who I should be.

I live in ancestral time now.
A time zone carved from wisdom older than language,
prophecy older than maps,
and courage older than fear.

And to anyone who ever believed I was meant to stay small:
that is your lesson to unpack—your destiny to rediscover—
because mine has never belonged to you.

This season, I offer myself a celebratory nod—
Happy holidays.
Congrats.
Mazel tov…
to me.
For evolving.
For rising.
For refusing to settle for a life that did not honor my becoming.
For embracing the sacred audacity of expansion.

And as we enter these final weeks of the year, let me offer a blessing:

May this December bring joy that lifts, manifestations that stick, and breakthroughs that arrive with clarity so sharp it slices through every lingering doubt. May you step into the new year with the certainty of someone who has survived enough to stop pretending and lived enough to start becoming.

And to those who wished me harm, or doubted my ascent, or were unsettled by my evolution—
I offer sincerity, not spite: I want to wish you the life you deserve.
In full.
May it return to you honestly and without disguise.

As for me, I will continue forward on schedule—
my schedule.
My ancestors’ schedule.
The only timing that has ever truly mattered.

Here’s to endings that sanctify,
beginnings that electrify,
and the sacred threshold between them—
the place where we stand right now,
glowing, grounded, and gloriously unafraid.

With reverence, clarity, and fire,
Sherley Delia
Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy