New Year, New Me?

Hi Stranger,

So… new year, new me?

With a question mark. A very loud question mark 😅...I think more like new year better me?

Day one of this year came in like a gentle slap of reality. For a brief moment, life felt normal again. Soft. Beautiful. Hopeful. And then boom! another season of pruning and learning showed up, uninvited, as usual. My hubby and I found ourselves right there again, holding each other through tears, hugs, kisses, and those long quiet pauses where words just don’t come.

No one really talks about how hard it is to start a new year from a pruning place. You’re hopeful. You’re excited. You genuinely believe good things are coming (because they are). But at the same time, your heart knows this season is asking you to slow down, to learn, to wait, to “be still and know that He is God” (Psalm 46:10). And let’s be honest, being still is not always cute.

Day one was heavy. Like really heavy. Tears kind of heavy. I didn’t think I’d make it through the night without crying myself to sleep. But God, in His quiet kindness, gave me rest in between. A few naps here and there. Enough grace to carry me into day two… and then day three.

Those two days? Long. Draggy. The kind where you’re trying to get your brain back online, your emotions regulated, your life moving again and suddenly it’s the weekend. Is it just me, or is this year already speeding? 😭

But here’s the part I’m excited about.

As the first proper week of the year rolled in, I noticed something different. I started the week on a good note. I was keeping promises to myself. And that right there feels like a big deal.

I said I’d do things, and I actually did them. On time. Properly. I reached out to people instead of procrastinating. I didn’t push things to “later” the way I usually do. I became more aware. More present. More conscious of my environment, my choices, and what I truly want out of life. It feels like I’m finally tuned in, connected—to myself again. Feels like it will be a great year already, Majaliwa.

And listen… hydration?

We’ve started 😌💧

If you know me, you know this is growth, I could stay a week without thirsting, But I now see the huge improvement after my water intakes and on my moods too!

Today marks day seven, the end of the first week of the year—and I’m genuinely proud of myself. Small wins count. They really do. “Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin” (Zechariah 4:10). I feel productive, hopeful, and excited for what’s ahead, even with the learning curves still present.

One of the biggest highlights this week happened quietly. I was watching the sunset one of those slow, breathtaking ones, and I noticed the silver lining behind the clouds. The sky looked dark, but it was crowned with beauty anyway. And in that moment, God reminded me of this promise:

“He has crowned you with a crown of beauty and anointed you with the oil of joy” (Isaiah 61:3).

Even behind the clouds, even in pruning seasons and even when things don’t look fully clear yet,

There is still beauty. There is still joy. There is still hope.

Our God doesn’t forget His promises. What He has spoken will come to pass just not always on our preferred timeline. And honestly, that reminder alone gave me peace. “Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion” (Philippians 1:6).

So here we are. First week done. Lessons learned. Grace received. Still hopeful. Still excited. Still becoming.

I don’t even know yet what day I’ll officially be blogging, maybe Friday mornings, maybe whenever life allows but I do know this: this space will be my little world. A place where I share my thoughts, my lessons, my laughter, and my very real human experiences.

I’d love to know what you’d like me to chat more about, personal stories, faith, healing, life, marriage, growth, or just random thoughts out loud. This is a journey we’re on together 🤍

I love y’all. Thank you for reading this far.

Happy new year, happy becoming, and I’ll see you in the next blog 💫