Forty… blogs…
Wait. Let’s PLEASE take a breath, because this will be lengthy.
*loud exhale*
Y’all, today is the LAST Monday in 2025. Like, next Monday we’ll be in a whole new year!?? I— y’all. HUH?!?
I told y’all, I have quite literally NEVER experienced a year like this one before. And to be standing in the last few days, is just mind boggling.
You know what’s even wilder? The fact that I’ve been able to capture majority of it, through this blog. Through words, I invited you guys into my world, gave myself permission to be vulnerable, and shared my heart… 39 times. Now I need to do it for the 40th time.
*loud exhale*
I have cried a lot this year, probably more than any other year… from what I can remember. The shedding of layers, the transformation, the waves of healing… it’s been a lot. (Sometimes unbearable) My relationships have changed, my village has changed, my boundaries have shifted, and I’ve had to extend grace to myself, repeatedly.
But you know what I realized the other day? Every single moment was necessary. I needed every tear, every story, every heartbreak, and every reality check. The uncomfortable contractions of life, have brought me closer to God, and to purpose.
*another exhale*
If this year didn’t give me anything else, 2025 taught me to honor every season. Even more than that, I’ve said “why me?”, Less and less. Because the God I serve will ALWAYS make it make sense. There’s always a reason, for why things have to play out the way that they do.
Idk… I’m, just grateful for all of it. And baby, I am PROUD OF MYSELF for how I have navigated the very insane twists and turns.
Shew.
Ya’ll, 2026 is going to be a very different year. Here’s my advice: “Pray OFTEN, love out loud, take chances, and shoot your shot”.
Enjoy these last few days of this year with your people, and soak up the moments.
All is well.
Talk soon,
Racq