Dear Reader,

 

This is it.

 

The end of the alphabet.

 

The last stop on a journey we’ve walked twice now, hand in hand, letter by letter, week after week.

We have wandered through the raw and the radiant — the kind of truths you don’t just read, you feel. We began at A, each time, with that quiet curiosity of what would unfold. And here we are again, at Z. Not as the same people who began, but as those who have carried the weight and the wonder of these words into our own lives.

 

You have been with me through stories that asked you to stand taller — through faith and fate, through the battlefield of relationships and the discipline to keep going when it would be easier to stop. You have sat with me in nostalgia, where childhood memories met adult realities, and we learned that love is not about perfection but persistence.

 

We have looked at perception — how the same story can be comedy, tragedy, or a cautionary tale depending on the eyes that see it. We have lingered in liminal spaces, holding our breath in the in-between, before stepping into new beginnings and manifesting what we dared to believe could be ours.

 

You have walked through ownership and openness, knowing the courage it takes to start again. You have felt the sting and the gift of vulnerability, and the quiet triumph of worthiness — that deep, #unshakable knowing that you deserve to be loved, celebrated, and seen exactly as you are.

We have found survival in unexpected places — in the quiet, in the routine, in the choice to breathe when the air felt thin. We have embraced transition, resilience, and the quirks that make life brighter. We have remembered to give grace — to ourselves and others — and to keep the will to live with intention, even when the world gave us every reason to retreat.

 

We have spoken of kintsugi — the beauty in broken things, the gold in our cracks, the way pain re-shapes us without erasing our worth. We have stood in our own zeniths and valleys, recognising that luck often needs a nudge, and that even the motivator needs motivation.

 

We have taken every letter, from the loud ones to the quiet ones, and stitched them into a fabric that is part mine, part yours.

And through it all, you have been here.

Reading.

Reflecting.

You have carried a little of each week forward in ways I’ll never fully see, but always hope for.

 

Z is for Every Last Word because this — right here — is the place where I tell you that the alphabet is done, but the truth is not. The series may end, but the living continues. The loving continues. The becoming continues.

 

Every last word I have written was for you — not to tell you who to be, but to remind you that you already are. You are the grace you give, the boundaries you keep, the resilience you show, the softness you protect, the joy you allow. You are the stories you choose to tell, and the ones you guard in silence. You are the peaks you climb and the valleys you survive. You are the quirks, the nostalgia, the ownership, the yearning. You are the love letter and the lesson.

And now, you are the voice that carries this forward — in the way you live, speak, forgive, dream, begin again.

Every last word has led us here.

And now, I leave you with the most important truth of all:

You are, and have always been, #Unshakable.

With all my love,

Always,

Sally

 

P.S. See you next week.

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