2025

Somehow, all I want to do today is cry — and I’m not even sure why.

Whether these are tears of joy, pain, sadness, or simple relief at reaching the end of this year, I’m allowing them to exist.

This year has been everything: hard, rewarding, relentless.

There was so much shedding, so much pushing, so much becoming.

I don’t have the energy to jump up and down today — but I am deeply grateful that I made it.

I look ahead with quiet confidence, knowing that the hard lessons were learned, fear was confronted, and necessary seeds were planted. I trust that harvest season is coming.

2025 broke me and rebuilt me in ways I could never have imagined.

For that, I am grateful — grateful for the strength I found, for the courage I stepped into, and for the woman I emerged as.

As I step into the year ahead, my prayer is simple:

for softness, for kindness, and for space to fully embrace my feminine energy — allowing my masculinity to finally rest.

I am profoundly grateful for every person who loved, supported, and held me through this year.

I step forward gently now — no longer proving, no longer forcing — just trusting that what I planted will rise in its own time.