Turning 29 and celebrating one year of @_bloomboards on March 10.
This season feels less about āmanifestingā and more about embodying. Showing up. Staying consistent. Choosing the habits that compound quietly over time. Cause as we know itās all connected. Just happy to be here building a life I love. š
Realizing I didnāt post much this past year⦠and honestly, thereās so much I want to share with you all. So hereās a little glimpse into my world from 2025.š
2025 ā the year of new growth.
A year of choosing myself. Of devotion. Of becoming. Of love ā love as a practice, a study, a guide. A word to return to, remember, embody, and actualize. Hereās a few ways it happened:
New home. New car.
Launched a business. Co-hosted a retreat.
Deepened friendships. Opened my heart. Broke it too ā and returned to love stronger than before.
Invested in my health.
Walked into rooms alone and left with new friends.
Laughed until my stomach hurt. Cried when I needed to.
Sat with two sacred medicines for the first time.
Made my own shamanic drum in Peru.
Fed a monkey a banana in the Amazon. Surpassed my revenue goals for @_bloomboards with flying colors.
Started new books (even if unfinished).
Began treating skincare as sacred self-care.
Trusted myself more ā in love, in work, in life.
2025 asked for love ā and I showed up for myself first, again and again.
Let this be proof: you can grow. You can heal. You can create a life that scares you a little and excites you a lot. Not always in loud bursts, but in quiet, deep joy.
Step into your own becoming. A wildly fulfilling life is waiting for you.
Stick with usāthis snack era is just getting started. šāØ
The final countdown is officially on for our newest addition:
a mobile charcuterie + artisanal snack cart built to serve looks and bites. š§š
š Books are OPEN! Grazing tables and boards are available.
DM us to see the menu and get a taste of the Bloom Boards magicš
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Note from our founder:
Eyes closed, big olā smileābecause even in the delicious mess of building something from scratch, I feel the magic.
Some days, itās just me, a never-ending āØTada ListāØ, and meetings with my favorite co-worker (also me). No applause. No āyouāre crushing itā emails.
But this smile? Itās for you. For the community Iām dreaming into being. For the tables weāll gather around, the flavors weāll savor, and the joy weāll share.
If youāre reading this, youāre already part of it. And Iām so glad youāre here.
ā„ļøHava Bloom