06/03/2025
Shoutout to the woman who made a choice.... not because it was easy, not because she had everything figured out, but because something inside her finally whispered, “I deserve more than this.”
Shoutout to the woman who woke up one day and decided she was going to do things differently. The one who realized that repeating the same cycles, accepting the same apologies with no changed behavior, entertaining the same kind of energy in different bodies..... wasn’t getting her anywhere. The woman who understood that in order to grow, you have to change, and in order to change, you have to let go.
Let go of comfort. Let go of habits. Let go of people who love your potential but never support your process. Let go of the version of herself that made excuses for everyone but never gave herself the same grace.
Shoutout to the woman who is growing and glowing....not because her life is perfect, but because she’s finally pouring into herself the way she used to pour into everyone else. The woman who no longer puts up with what she used to tolerate. The one who now chooses peace over chaos, solitude over fake company, and progress over people-pleasing.
She’s setting boundaries now. She’s no longer overextending for people who wouldn’t even reach for her. She’s walking away from anything that doesn’t feed her soul, doesn’t fuel her purpose, or doesn’t respect her heart. And even when it hurts… even when it’s lonely… she keeps going. Because she knows that her future is worth more than her past.
And shoutout to the woman who’s out here hustling for her future. The one working behind the scenes. Crying in silence. Showing up anyway. The woman who whispers “I got this” while holding back tears, exhausted but still refusing to fold. That quiet kind of strength is different. That’s divine. That’s the kind of strength only God can give.
So to the woman who chose better… who’s choosing herself in rooms she used to shrink in… who’s rebuilding from scratch when nobody clapped for her breakthrough… I see you. I honor you. And I pray that God continues to make your enemies your footstool. That every person who doubted you has a front-row seat to your becoming. That everything you lost is replaced with something real. And that every ounce of pain you’ve endured becomes the very fuel for your purpose.
Because you, my dear, are no longer who you used to be..... and that’s something worth celebrating.