And uncertainty, as this year ends, is not abstract. It is layered and present, already pressing forward. Change is coming — movement, transition, another reshaping of what home will look like — and military life has taught me that no amount of planning removes the unknown. Every year arrives carrying something new, whether we feel ready or not.

Sometimes it creeps in quietly, a whisper that says, you should be doing more, being more, achieving more. Other times it crashes in like a wave, leaving you feeling small, inadequate, and suddenly very tired. Comparison is sneaky that way—it convinces us to measure our lives against someone else’s highlight reel, forgetting that we don’t see the mess behind their closed doors. It is, as they say, the thief of joy. And I have let it steal from me more times than I’d like to admit.

People love to toss out the phrase, “you knew what you signed up for.” But you and I both know — that isn’t true. There was no fine print in our vows outlining deployments, distance, or the slow erosion of plans we once thought were ours to create. We didn’t sign a contract of sacrifice. We said yes to a person, not to the unspoken terms that came bundled with their service. What followed has often felt less like a choice and more like learning to juggle far too many things at once — each with its own weight and consequence.