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The Final Word: Wrapping Up the Year with Gratitude, Hope, and a Whole Lot of Love

 "And with thaaat, the 2024 season comes to an end!" 😂😂😂😂

And just like that, we’ve reached the end of another year. It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? One minute I was nervously hitting publish on my first blog post of the year, and the next, I’m here, writing this wrap-up with a heart full of gratitude, a head buzzing with ideas, and, let’s be honest, a mug of hot chocolate (my trusted companion in all things reflective).

This year has been one of incredible highs, unexpected challenges, and those beautiful “in-between” moments that remind me of the magic of this journey.

A Year of Beginnings

Starting MomUnity was a dream I didn’t even know I was ready to chase. What began as an idea scribbled in the margins of a notebook has grown into something I’m so proud of. From brainstorming bootcamp sessions to creating a space where moms can thrive together, MomUnity has given me hope that when women come together, incredible things happen.

And it’s only the beginning. Next year, we’re diving in even deeper—bootcamps, events, and building a real community where moms can feel seen, supported, and celebrated. If you’ve been part of this journey so far, thank you. Whether you’ve attended, shared, or simply cheered from the sidelines, you’re part of this dream, and I can’t wait to grow it with you.

Looking Back and Moving Forward

This year has taught me a lot about resilience. About picking yourself up on the tough days and dancing like a maniac on the good ones. It’s reminded me that every step forward counts, even if it’s tiny. And most importantly, it’s shown me the power of sharing our stories.

Your comments, messages, and support have been the fuel that kept me going. Every time you laughed with me, shared a post, or told me it resonated—it mattered. You mattered.

And if this year wasn’t everything you hoped it would be, I want you to know that it’s okay. Not every year feels like a win, but every year gives us something to carry forward. Maybe it’s a lesson, a spark of an idea, or simply the strength to try again.

To Those Struggling Through the Festive Season

The festive season can be so bittersweet, can’t it? For some, it’s a time of joy, togetherness, and celebration. For others, it’s heavy with loss, loneliness, or the weight of unmet expectations.

If you’re finding it hard this year, I want to remind you that you’re not alone. It’s okay to step away from the highlight reels on social media and carve out space for what feels right to you. Whether it’s a quiet evening, a long walk, or even a good cry, give yourself permission to feel what you need to feel.

The beauty of seasons is that they change. This moment, however hard, will pass. Hold on to that.

What’s Next

As we step into a new year, I’m carrying a mix of excitement and nerves. There’s so much to look forward to—new projects, new ideas, and maybe even finding that elusive balance we’re all chasing (a mom can dream, right?).

For me, 2025 will be about chasing dreams unapologetically, from growing MomUnity to finally starting my post-grad journey. I’m terrified, if I’m being honest, but I’m also hopeful.

And for you? I hope 2025 is the year you take that leap, try something new, or simply find peace in where you are. No matter what it looks like, I hope it’s filled with moments that remind you of your strength, your value, and your magic.

A Big, Big Thank You

To everyone who has read, commented, shared, or simply taken a moment to be part of this space—thank you. You’ve turned my musings into a community, my ramblings into conversations, and my “is anyone out there?” into a resounding “we see you!”

You’ve given me courage on the hard days, laughter on the funny ones, and a sense of purpose I’ll never take for granted. I hope this blog has given you even a fraction of what you’ve given me.

Here’s to Us

Here’s to the moms trying their best, the dads showing up with love, and everyone in between who is navigating this messy, wonderful life. Here’s to the hard days, the big wins, and all the little moments that make it worth it.

Here’s to stepping into 2025 with hope, a sense of purpose, and maybe even a little glitter (why not?). Let’s make it a good one, together.

With all my love,
Tshenolo 💖


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