12/27/2025
2025.
Year of the Snake.
The year that, I thought, was meant to be mine.
And in many ways, it was.
It just wasn’t easy.
This season is loud with new year, new me energy and reminders not to burn out. I’m not here for any of that. I’m here to say: we made it.
2025 was polarizing—inside and out. There were distractions, grief, exhaustion, and moments it felt easier to let go than to keep going. But if you’re here reading this, then we didn’t disappear. We stayed. And that matters.
This year showed me how resilient we actually are.
I’ve moved through a lot personally, and I’ve been deeply honored to witness what so many of you have been carrying. Thank you for trusting me with your stories, even in small, unplanned moments. I’ve been held by community more than I can say, and I hope to return that care many times over.
I believe the skin we shed this year is making room for something beautiful. I’m stepping into 2026 with clear eyes—no illusions that it will be easy, but a renewed commitment to stop bargaining with my own excuses. I’m getting crystal clear on what I want and how I show up for it.
I’m excited to see where this work lands—in my relationships, in my practice, and in how I serve. In the coming months, I’ll be offering goal-setting sessions to help us get clear, stay supported, and move toward the lives we’re actually trying to build.
Here’s to shedding, grounding, and becoming.
Thank you so much to each and everyone of you for showing up as you are everyday. 🖤