12/26/2025
My Note from the Universe asked three questions. Here are my answers, honest vulnerable and raw... 💕
What kind of year do I want to be living this time next year? My best life. 🎉
And not the curated, performative version of “best” I once chased. I mean a life that fits me.
After everything I’ve lived through — the trauma, the grief, the unraveling, the long nights of asking God why — my best life now looks like peace in my nervous system. It looks like waking up without bracing myself for impact. It looks like joy that isn’t borrowed from productivity or approval, but rises naturally from within.
My best life is spacious. It is honest. It is slow enough for my soul to stay in my body.
It is a life where I am no longer surviving my own existence — I am inhabiting it.
This year ahead feels different in my bones because I am no longer asking life to prove my worth. I am choosing a life that reflects the worth I’ve always carried.
What will be different? Me. 🥰
Not because I will have become someone new — but because I will have finally stopped abandoning myself.
The last two years cracked me open in ways I didn’t choose but desperately needed. I saw where I overgave. Where I stayed too long. Where I dimmed my knowing. Where I made myself smaller to be digestible, helpful, lovable.
What will be different is my relationship with myself.
I listen now. I pause. I honor my body’s wisdom. I trust my intuition without needing permission or consensus. I no longer confuse endurance with strength or suffering with virtue.
I am softer — and stronger.
Clearer — and less willing to explain myself.
Rooted — instead of reactive.
The version of me moving forward is not hardened by pain, but clarified by it.
What will finally take priority in my life? Me. 🙏
This isn’t selfish. It’s sacred.
For a long time, I put myself last in the name of love, service, responsibility, and survival. I mistook self-erasure for compassion. The dark night taught me otherwise.
Now, I am the relationship that gets my devotion.
My body gets rest.
My soul gets time.
My truth gets air.
My joy gets a seat at the table....
💕
