It is the last day of 2025
I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, because those usually fade when emotions change, but I do believe in self-resolutions—the private promises and expectations I make with myself when nobody is watching. I want you to know that I hold expectations of myself before I ever speak expectations over anyone else, because integrity means I live what I invite others into. God has placed some heavy, sacred things in my heart, and even though I don’t always have the full blueprint or understand the timing or the process, I trust the Source who gave the vision more than I trust my own understanding. My responsibility is not to figure out the whole plan, but to show up, to move when I’m instructed, and to stay obedient in the small steps that don’t get applause. What I cannot open with my own strength, wisdom, or connections, God can and God will open in His way and in His time. I choose to believe what God says about me, even when my past tries to speak louder and even when the evidence hasn’t caught up yet. 2025 was my year of preparation—I absorbed, studied, listened, learned, healed, and allowed myself to be shaped, even in uncomfortable places. I was a sponge on purpose, not rushing the process, not skipping the lessons. Now 2026 is the year of execution, movement, and action—not perfection, but obedience in motion. This season is about applying what I’ve learned, honoring the wisdom I’ve been given, and walking out the work with discipline, faith, and consistency. I’m not announcing resolutions—I’m committing to responsibility, growth, and doing my part while trusting God to do what only He can do.