Whew, Chile—2025 is Here, and I’m Restoring Peace, Joy, and My Life

Gratitude, Growth, and the Power of Restoring What’s Mine

Y’all, I can’t believe it’s already 2025. How in the world did we get here so fast? I swear, I was just soaking up the summer sun, and now we’re here, in a brand-new year, with a fresh slate to restore, rebuild, and reignite. Life’s been moving at full speed, and I’ve been trying my best to keep up, but in the midst of the hustle, something has shifted.

This year feels different. It feels like I’m finally being guided back to myself, back to what matters most. And let me tell you—Restoration is the word that’s been on my heart. Not the shallow kind, but the deep, transformative kind—the kind that comes from within and settles into your soul.

Let me take you back a bit. This time last year, I packed my life up—furniture, memories, everything that felt familiar—and moved in with my friend, her husband, and their kids. Y’all, it was humbling. I had to leave behind the life I’d built, the comfort of my own space, to step into someone else’s home. No more kitchen with my favorite coffee mugs, no more bedroom that smelled like me. Just me, learning how to pivot when life said, “It’s time.”

Let’s be real—September was rough. I cried. I cried ugly. And October? Girl, I was mad as hell. I couldn’t understand why things weren’t going my way. November? I won’t even lie—it hit me hard. The doubts crept in. "What did I do wrong? How did I get here?" I questioned everything. But you know what? All of that pain, all that confusion, led me here—to a place of peace.

And here’s the magic: I’m grateful. Not the “thanks for the gift” kind of gratitude, but the real, soul-deep kind. The kind of gratitude that fills you up after you’ve faced the storm. I’m grateful for the hard moments, the tears, and the discomfort because through them, I found me. And I’m restoring everything that was taken—my joy, my peace, my authentic self.

This journey has been all about stripping away the layers of expectations—the roles I thought I had to play, the “perfect” woman I was trying to be. I had been pretending, y’all. Trying to fit into a mold that wasn’t mine, all in the name of pleasing others. But if I didn’t even like the woman I was pretending to be, then who was I doing it for? I had to let her go.

And now? Now I’m falling in love with the woman I’m becoming. She laughs loud and unashamed, she smiles with a heart full of joy, and she dances—no matter who’s watching (or not watching). She sings off-key with all the confidence in the world, and she prays out loud, without holding back. The pain I used to carry? It’s been replaced with joy—raw, unapologetic joy.

This season of restoration is about the deepest kind of growth. It’s the kind where you stop wearing a mask and let your true, beautiful self shine through. It’s real, it’s messy, it’s powerful, and it’s freeing. And now, with a fresh year ahead, I’m leaning into all of it—the mess, the peace, the joy.

So here I am, looking ahead to 2025, and I can’t help but smile. Life’s still moving fast, but now? I’m moving with it. Restoring my peace, reclaiming my joy, and walking into this year with a heart full of gratitude.

Let’s restore together, sis. This is our time.