02/01/2026
This year you:
⢠Built a million-dollar-level brainā¦
and then questioned it every other week.
⢠Taught women to trust their bodiesā¦
while occasionally overriding your own
⢠Had world-class ideas, frameworks, offers, activations, and visionsā¦
and still asked yourself, āIs this enough?ā
(Respectfully. Be serious.)
⢠Showed up deeply, powerfully, vulnerablyā¦
then disappeared for a hot minute when it was time to be fully seen.
⢠Waited for clarity that was already in your body.
Then waited again.
Then journaled about it.
Then asked for a sign.
The sign was you. The whole time.
⢠Held women in their expansion like a damn queen.
And sometimes forgot youāre allowed to be held too.
⢠Outgrew versions of yourself mid-yearā¦
but kept trying to use their systems anyway.
⢠Played small in moments you were meant to lead loudly.
⢠Had visibility written all over youā¦
and still occasionally hid behind being ānot ready yet.ā
And let me be clear.
You did not fail.
You did not waste the year.
You did not mess anything up.
You just kept trying to be the old Renae in a body that is clearly ready for the next one.
The truth?
This year wasnāt about doing more.
It was about shedding.
Unhooking.
Letting the identity crack.
And yeah⦠you resisted that a little.
Because youāre human. And brilliant. And attached to being good at things.
But next year?
You donāt get to hide behind preparation.
Or refinement.
Or āalmost.ā
You already know the rhythm.
Now you actually have to trust it.
Bring it on 2026