January 1, 2026
I didn’t start this year with fireworks, champagne, or a list of resolutions taped to my mirror.
I started it with a quiet promise to myself:
I will not abandon who I’m becoming to protect who I was.
2025 was the year everything snapped — loudly, publicly, and painfully.
And as much as I wish I could say I’m entering this year fully healed, reborn, and ready to thrive… I’m not.
I’m stepping into 2026 with shaking hands and a stubborn heart that refuses to quit on me.
This year, I’m not chasing perfection.
I am choosing presence.
I am choosing:
• Slow growth over forced transformation
• Consistency over chaos
• Boundaries over breadcrumbs
• Rebuilding over remaining silent
If you’re here because you broke too — welcome.
If you’re here because the systems that were supposed to protect you ended up being the ones that broke you — I see you.
If you’re here because you’re learning how to be a person again while still grieving who you had to be to survive — you’re not alone.
I’m not soft launching a romance or a product.
I’m soft launching myself.
No perfect timing.
No timeline.
No pretending I’m not exhausted by the weight I’ve carried.
Just me.
Here.
Trying again.
If 2026 tries anything funny, I’m suing it personally.
If it gives me peace, I’ll take a coffee to go.
If it gives me fire, I’ll rebuild again.
But I won’t shrink.
Not this year.
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