01/06/2026
2025 nearly broke me.
I don’t believe you have to go through the bad to get to the good.
And still—this year was hard.
Small business ownership.
Aging.
Midlife + existential crises.
Perimenopause.
(If you know, you know.)
What this year did was force me out of quiet complacency and into change—asking me to lean on people, to grow, and to learn in ways I hadn’t before.
A few people showed up for me through mentorship, support, and friendship. I don’t know how I would’ve made it through without them. I’m deeply grateful.
I don’t make resolutions. I make a loose list. Life isn’t linear, and growth doesn’t need deadlines.
Every year, I face a fear. This year it was solo car camping.
Whenever I travel somewhere quiet, small or in nature, my nervous system settles in a way it doesn’t anywhere else. That feels important to listen to.
So on New Year’s Eve, I left the city and went to Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge.
No fences. No lights. No big sounds. No urgency.
Just life, moving freely.
Here’s to 2026—choosing what steadies me, more often.