Every December, we all rush the next year along, most often with a pessimistic view of the previous 11 months. “Can this year end already? ” I’m guilty of it.
It’s true. 365 days can feel like a long time. There are bound to be bad days, hard days, and days where getting out of bed is the toughest thing we do.
But there are also days where we can’t catch our breath from laughing so hard, days where we explore a new country with new friends, days where we hold our nephew for the first time, days when we get the email that we got the job, days where we sing and dance and have one too many glasses of wine because why not. There have been breathtaking sunsets, conversations with friends over the perfect matcha, laying in the sun with my Lou and not wanting to be—or having to be—anywhere else.
2025 was the year I bet on myself in more ways than one. It was the year I finally understood what it means to put myself first. The year I developed integrity and became a person I’m proud of.
Yes, every year has bad days, but every year also has good ones. Knowing that is half the battle.
Grateful for you, 2025. Onto the next! 💅🏼 Now please enjoy this random compilation of favorites from my camera roll🫶🏻
