I remember saying to a few friends in December, while scrolling through everyone’s end-of-year posts on social media, that mine was probably just going to be one sentence:
“I came, I saw, I survived.”
But when I finally sat down to reflect on the year, I realized there were actually things worth writing about. Not because the year was shiny or impressive, but because it was real. Messy. Clarifying. And quietly transformative in ways I didn’t recognize while I was living through it.
My theme for 2025 was Growth and Renewal. At the time, I imagined momentum, visible progress, and a sense of forward motion. I wanted to learn new skills, grow professionally, upgrade myself, and expand into different parts of my life — career, creativity, faith, personal development. What I got instead was a year that forced me to slow down, confront myself, and rethink how I move through life, work, faith, and ambition.
How the Year Actually Felt
For a large part of the year, I was in survival mode. A lot of my energy went into making sure I was okay — financially, mentally, physically. I worked because I had to, not because I was inspired or excited. The alternative wasn’t rest or freedom; it was instability. I was juggling multiple projects as a freelancer, and over time it became clear this way of working wasn’t sustainable for me anymore.
That reality shaped many of my decisions. It limited how much creativity I could access and how present I could be in other parts of my life. There were moments when it felt like nothing was moving — like I was busy, but not progressing. Looking back now, I can see that what was happening wasn’t stagnation. It was recalibration.
Wins, Misses, and the Space Between
I did have wins this year. I made progress with my finances, found more stability in my work by securing a full-time role, explored new professional directions, and brought a startup idea to life far enough to test it in the real world. I also finally addressed a long-standing health issue I had been postponing, which alone made the year worthwhile.
At the same time, there were many things I didn’t follow through on. Creative plans stalled. Social goals didn’t fully materialize. Some ambitions I was excited about at the beginning of the year quietly faded as reality set in.
For a long time, I saw this as failure. But with distance, I realized that many of those “misses” came from the same place: I was carrying too much. Too many expectations. Too many ideas. Too many directions at once.
The Weight of Too Many Ideas
One of the biggest lessons this year taught me was that not every idea needs full structure.
I get excited by ideas easily. I want to build, shape, and give form to them quickly. But excitement doesn’t always mean readiness. Sometimes it’s just curiosity, hype, or a temporary spark. This year, I turned too many ideas into serious commitments without fully thinking through whether I had the capacity — time, energy, emotional bandwidth — to carry them.
The result was overwhelm. Too many things pulling at me at once. And eventually, I found myself doing very little of any of them well.
Letting go of that mindset — the pressure to formalize every idea and chase every spark — was a form of renewal I didn’t know I needed.
Faith, Questions, and Honest Following
Spiritually, this year stretched me in uncomfortable ways. I questioned God a lot. I fought with Him. I struggled with the idea of following blindly, especially when I couldn’t understand why — why we exist, what all of this is for, and what my purpose in all of this was. At times, those questions left me feeling deeply depressed and disconnected.
For a long time, I thought questioning my faith meant I was doing something wrong. But this year taught me that having questions isn’t a bad thing — it’s human. It’s honest. Faith without questions isn’t strength; it’s often just silence.
At some point this year, I wanted to leave. To walk away completely. Too many things happened, and too much hurt. But even in my anger and confusion, it became hard to deny the quiet ways God showed up — through provision, opportunities, and moments that reminded me I wasn’t abandoned.
I still don’t have all the answers. I may never fully understand the point of everything. But I’ve stopped pretending to be fine or certain. I’ve stopped forcing myself to follow blindly just to look faithful. I’ve chosen honesty over performance — choosing to ask questions instead of suppressing them, and to wrestle openly instead of pretending everything makes sense. I’ll keep showing up, not because I have clarity, but because pretending never helps.
What Growth and Renewal Looked Like
Growth this year didn’t look like expansion. It looked like boundaries. It looked like learning what I can’t sustain, and admitting that some versions of productivity and ambition no longer work for me.
Growth also meant letting go. It meant cutting off people and interactions that were no longer good for me or aligned with who I’m becoming. It meant accepting that some things — no matter how much effort I put in — were simply not going to work out. Plans changed. Priorities shifted.
Renewal didn’t come from doing more. It came from simplifying, pruning, and allowing myself to stop forcing things that weren’t aligned with my current reality. Instead of trying to make old versions of my life fit, I learned to release them.
And maybe that’s what this year was always meant to be.
Looking Ahead
As I move into the next year, I’m carrying clarity with me. My theme for the coming year is Build — build my health, my finances, my career, and the things I create. But build intentionally. Fewer things. Better foundations. Less pressure to prove anything. More space to actually live.
2025 didn’t give me everything I wanted. But it gave me perspective. And that’s something I’ll keep.
Here’s a short poem that sums up the truest part of this year:
Some days I wanted to disappear.
Some days I didn’t want to be here.
Then I remembered the things I haven’t done yet.
So I stayed.
One more day.
Then another.
This year did not break me.
It forced me to choose what comes next.
Next year, I build.
Staying was the first thing I built this year. Next year, I build everything else.
