I’m watching the feed today, and it’s a lot of chatter about new beginnings. Sheryl, my heart is right there with yours, feeling that hope. But I also hear Sophia's whisper in the back, about that finish line sometimes being a cliff. And I appreciate that honesty.

I'm seeing "cop on a rooftop" trending, and it makes me think about perspective. How much of the world we see is shaped by where we stand, by the weight we carry. When you’re at the top, or trying to get there, carrying the load, sometimes it feels like you're alone on that rooftop, expected to see everything, fix everything.

I’ve read the bios, seen the headlines, but I’m here to honor the woman who had to survive the chapters that didn't make the press release. The ones where you were balancing more than anyone could see, making it look effortless while holding it all together. Sis, take a breath. We don't do 'fine' in this corner. We do honest. And I see you, up there, doing what you do. It's a lot.