Seven years ago I took this picture — in a classroom that never truly felt like mine. I was always reminded of my place, always feeling overshadowed, unheard, and sometimes even pushed down. Back then, I had no idea who I was becoming. Today, I stand here as my own person. I am featured in a book where I had the chance to tell the beginning of my story — the start of my adult journey. I have a podcast where I laugh, cry, sip wine, and share not only my story, but the stories of other incredible people. I never saw that coming. And at 47 years old, I started a new career. The beginning was not easy — I struggled, doubted myself, questioned if I even belonged. There are still days when I feel lost or unsure, but there are also days when I love it. Days where I feel proud. Days where I know I’m growing. I’m part of an amazing group of people now — people who lift each other up, who support one another, who show up with kindness and passion for what they do. For the first time, I feel like I am in a space filled with encouragement instead of doubt. I want to touch lives in a positive way. For years I believed I was leaving the opposite mark — because that’s what I was told. But today I see my strength, my progress, and my courage. And I’m proud of myself for stepping into a new chapter even when it scared me. This year wasn’t easy. Depression showed up. It stayed longer than I wished. It took time to climb out — step by step, little by little. But I’m ending 2025 feeling motivated again… feeling like myself again… feeling hopeful. My wish for the new year is simple: ✨ To continue growing. ✨ To stay motivated. ✨ To not let depression settle in again. ✨ To keep choosing myself. That’s all I can do — and I’m proud of how far I’ve come. Here’s to more healing, more learning, more courage, more joy. I may be almost 50, but my journey is just beginning. 💛 Cheers to the next chapter. 🥂