My 2025 Mantra: One Day At A Time

Coping with prolonged challenges and uncertainties

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On December 30th, I sat down for a call with my membership community, Blooming Together, to reflect on 2024. Over the past few years, I’ve hosted a call at the end of each month, and year, to reflect on the time that has passed. The wins, the challenges, and the lessons learned all get space in our journals and in the group.

This time, my spirit felt heavier than during any reflection call I’d hosted before.

a bit of my 2025 vision board

Anyone in a helping or people-centric profession knows the fine line we tread between being authentic and doing our job when we’re struggling. When I first started my Instagram account, my entire online presence was based on authenticity. I was writing, raw and from the heart, about my experience of healing from an abusive relationship. I held little back. In 2020, I went through emergency surgery which rocked me, mentally and physically, for a long time. And I was so open about it, so honest, so unafraid of being seen as ill or weak.

As I’m going on month 4 now of an increasingly bad eczema flare, I’ve been showing up much differently.

No longer am I posting regular, long-winded Instagram stories detailing my daily routine or how things are going. This time, I don’t feel the desire to be seen online in the same way. I find myself feeling drained by the thought in my head that I “should” post, should share, should be relatable - even though I KNOW that being open and honest about mental and physical health struggles helps people feel connected to me. And in the past, it helped me feel connected, too.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m approaching 30, my Saturn Return is in full swing, I have brain fog and depression symptoms as a bi-product of the eczema flare, or I’m just depressed, but sitting down for that reflection call on the 30th… I felt incredibly bleak. Weak. Dampened. Not like myself.

But I showed up for the call I had committed to, and I joined the group members in reflecting on the past year. Here’s what I realized: