01/01/2026
This year felt like breathing again.
Not rushing. Not surviving. Living.
I finally gave myself permission to dream without guilt, to want without apology, to hold others while holding myself too. It wasn’t balanced, but it was honest. And it worked. I feel full in a way I haven’t felt in years.
I’m ending 2025 with gratitude, tears in my eyes, and the kind of excitement that keeps you awake at night. A restaurant opening, a new chapter, a bigger version of myself waiting on the other side of January.
Thank you for every word of encouragement, every message, every moment you believed in me. On the days I doubted myself, you reminded me why I started.
I’m proud of this year — and I’m proud of me.
Here’s to what’s next.