The pace and promise of this new year

As the calendar flips to mid-January 2025, I find myself reflecting on the pace and promise of this new year.
What a start it's been.
How are you holding up? I’d love to know what this new year has brought to your mind and heart so far.

At the beginning of January, I attended a New Year’s workshop.
One of the prompts invited us to either write a letter to ourselves from December 31, 2025, looking back on the year and all we experienced, dreamed, and accomplished—or to write a poem.

I chose to write a poem.
It’s still a little rough around the edges, but sharing it feels like an act of courage and alignment with my purpose.
It feels vulnerable to do so, but since you are part of my vision for this year, it feels right.
Why not take a moment to write your own poem or letter to yourself, envisioning the year ahead with heart and soul? Let it be your compass for what’s to come.

2025
The year I came back to my body—
the one that had been screaming to be seen.

The year I said no to anything that stood in the way of my sovereignty.
The year I held myself close and fully transformed.

2025
I nourished the undernourished parts of me.
I shared myself and let others truly see.
I cleaned out the gunk stuck to my inner walls.
I opened the curtains and let the light flood in.

I played in the sun and the forests,
in the waters, with my sisters.
I remembered what it means to live
and reimagined what I am here to do.

I led that retreat in Portugal, where we laughed and played.
I met collaborators and leaders on the path
who inspired me to keep my vision high.

2025
I shed the unnecessary.
I loved myself fiercely,
like my mother loves her children.

I rebuilt this body with grace, love, and endless compassion.
My work evolved because I evolved.
My restoration allowed me to be fully present—
for my loved ones, my business, my clients.

It was a year to remember,
one for the books.
A year where magic became a daily event
and renewal happened.

With love,

Lila