I’m on my way home from a vision board meeting with my friend Rachel. SZA’s new song, No More Hiding, is playing on the radio.
As I listen to the lyrics,No more hiding, wanna feel the sun on my skin,” the words strike me—like they’ve been pulled from the quiet corners of my soul.
This is it, I think. This is my resolution for 2025 in its rawest form.
For years, I’ve danced in the shadows of myself, hiding behind the curtains of imposter syndrome and low self-worth. There’s a strange comfort in the darkness—its quiet whispers tell you it’s safer there. That the light is too bright, too exposing. That stepping out will leave you naked and bare under the sharp gaze of the world’s judgment.
But the shadows don’t heal; they only hold you. You forget what it’s like to feel the sun on your face, the warmth of possibility brushing your skin. You forget that light is not just heat—it’s energy.
The hiding has cost me so much: my voice, my creativity, my willingness to live boldly. It has kept me from writing, from posting, from exploring, from being. But no more.
Mid-2024 was the beginning of a quiet rebellion. I took timid steps into the light, fear gripping me at every turn. But even those small steps—those shaky, half-confident strides—yielded a harvest I couldn’t have imagined. Things shifted. Doors opened. I began to see what was possible when I allowed myself to be seen.
And now chasing a career in marketing, I understand: the world thrives on the currency of visibility. To be in the light is to be alive. To stand boldly, even when you feel like a trembling leaf, is to honor your existence.
For 2025, my mantra is simple but profound: Stand in the light. Be seen. Be felt. Be heard.
This year, I crave more than growth—I crave grounding. I want peace, not the fleeting kind, but the kind that roots itself in my bones. I want healing, deep and unapologetic. I want to savor the richness of life: the taste of newness, the warmth of connection, the thrill of creation. I want to breathe in the fullness of my days and exhale gratitude for being alive.
This is the year of more. More courage. More doing. More being. I want to live deeply, touch boldly, and hold space for the woman I am becoming. I want to create things that bear my name and my essence, owning them as mine without apology.
2025 will be the year I sit at tables I once thought too grand for me. The year I say “yes” to the invitations life offers. The year I stop shrinking to fit spaces that were never meant for my spirit. This year, I will no longer wait for permission to shine. I will no longer tiptoe around my own brilliance. Instead, I’ll embrace the light, letting it flood every shadowed corner of my being.
And yet, to step into the light is not just an act of bravery—it’s an act of imagination. To see the path before me, I must first believe it exists. I must trust my ability to learn, to grow, to fumble and rise again. I must trust that I am enough.
And you, dear reader—if you’ve ever felt the weight of the shadows, know this: the light is waiting for you too. Step into it. Let it hold you, warm you, transform you.
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write on, girlll! ❤