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🕯️ Sacred Snark Sunday: End of the Year Edition

If you are reading this, congratulations.
You made it.

Not thriving, not ascending, not manifesting your highest timeline with perfect posture — just here. Breathing. Still listening. Still feeling. Still questioning.

And honestly?
That’s the miracle.

This year asked a lot.
Too much, actually.
The kind of “growth” that comes without consent and leaves you standing there like, Was this in the brochure?

We were told to rise, but mostly we learned how to sit down in the ashes without pretending they were incense.
We were promised clarity, but received complexity with a side of emotional whiplash.
We were encouraged to “trust the process,” even when the process looked suspiciously like chaos wearing a spiritual sash.

So here it is — the sacred snark truth for the closing threshold:

✨ You didn’t fail this year. You endured it. ✨

And endurance is not a lesser virtue.

🌀 Things We’re Officially Not Taking Into the New Year

Let us name them. Lovingly. Sarcastically.

🔥 The belief that healing should be graceful
🔥 The pressure to have “lessons” neatly summarized
🔥 The idea that rest must be earned
🔥 Spiritual bypassing disguised as positivity
🔥 Hustle culture in a linen robe
🔥 Guilt for needing boundaries
🔥 Shame for changing your mind
🔥 The inner voice that says “you should be over this by now”

If something cracked open this year and didn’t resolve cleanly — good.
That means it’s alive, not packaged.

🕯️ Sacred Reminder (Read Slowly)

You are not behind.
You are not broken.
You are not late to your own becoming.

You are in the liminal, where old skins don’t come off politely and new ones itch before they fit.

That’s not failure.
That’s initiation.

🎴 Tiny Tarot Nudge for the Threshold

Pull one card — no spread, no performance.

Ask:
👉 What truth wants to walk with me into the new year?

Write it down.
Then don’t analyze it to death.
Let it breathe.

✍️ Gentle Journal Prompts (Optional, Not Obligatory)

• What survived this year that surprised me?
• What fell apart that secretly needed to?
• What am I no longer willing to pretend about myself?
• What would it feel like to begin the new year without self-betrayal?

Answer honestly. Not poetically. Honesty is the poetry right now.

🖤 Closing Thoughts

Sacred Snark was never about mocking the sacred.
It was about protecting it — from shame, from rigidity, from impossible standards, from the lie that devotion must be humorless to be holy.

Laughter is not irreverent.
It’s liberating.

So if this year left you tender, skeptical, wiser, and a little more allergic to bullshit — good. That means your discernment leveled up.

Carry that forward.

🔔 Invitation

As the year closes, don’t rush to reinvent yourself.
Just arrive.

Sit with the quiet.
Bless what endured.
Laugh where you can.
Rest where you must.

The sacred doesn’t demand perfection.
It only asks for presence.

With devotion and a well-earned smirk,
The Inspired Imaginative | The Devoted Mystic

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