Currently writing an essay on 2025. All the travel this year, the many countries, the falling in love, the relearning of it all, picking up the pieces, and ultimately looking to 2026. Words cannot describe the feeling I’m walking into this new year with. It’s peace & ruin at the same time. I allow it all to exist so that my roots grow so deep I have nowhere to go but even deeper. Bloom is my word of the year, wildly and fully. I’m not afraid in the slightest to speak my truth anymore. It’s something I wish for every careful daughter who spent most of her years piping down. Scream, cry, create, whatever you need to do, just do not stay small. Here’s to you 2025, but it’s time to move over. We’ve got work to do. 📣