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Dear 2025: Let’s Do This, Imperfectly But Full of Hope

Here we are, standing at the start of a brand-new year. (Yes, I've given the year some days to defrost ☺)

There’s something magical about this moment, isn’t there? A fresh page, a new chapter, a chance to dream again. But if I’m being honest, I’m not charging into 2025 with a perfectly curated list of resolutions. Instead, I’m tiptoeing in, coffee (or hot chocolate) in hand, whispering, “Please, be kind to us.”

Last year was a whirlwind. From quitting my job, starting MomUnity to navigating sleepless nights with a newborn and holding space for my 4-year-old’s big feelings, it was a year that stretched me in ways I didn’t know I could stretch (literally and figuratively). But as chaotic as it was, it also taught me some powerful lessons—chief among them being this: progress doesn’t have to look perfect to be meaningful.

Lessons from the In-Betweens

The beauty of the “in-betweens” is that they force you to slow down and reflect. I’ve learned that sometimes, you won’t have all the answers, and that’s okay. It’s in these spaces of uncertainty that growth happens.

So, to the mom reading this who feels stuck or unsure of what’s next—this is your reminder that you’re not alone. Whether you’re navigating a career change, rediscovering yourself after baby #2 (or 3), or simply trying to make it through today, know this: your journey matters, and there’s no timeline for getting it “right.”

The Year We Let Go of Perfect

This year, I’m letting go of the need to have it all together. Instead, I’m leaning into grace—grace for myself on the hard days, grace for my kids when they spill cereal for the third time (on my freshly washed rug😓😢), and grace for the process of becoming.

I hope you’ll join me in this. Let’s make 2025 the year we stop chasing perfect and start celebrating progress. Let’s laugh at the messes, find joy in the little wins, and give ourselves permission to rest when we need it.

What’s Coming in 2025

On the MomUnity front, I’m so excited for what’s ahead. This year, we’re expanding our bootcamps, building deeper connections, and creating spaces where moms can feel supported and celebrated. It’s not just about fitness (though we’ll be working up a sweat!); it’s about community, empowerment, and reminding each other that we’re stronger together.

On a personal note, I’ll be diving into post-grad studies while balancing motherhood, marriage, and all the other beautiful chaos life throws my way. Am I nervous? Absolutely. I keep fantasizing about talking myself out of it but if anyone knows me well enough, they'll know I don't back out of anything I start. I’m ready to step into this next chapter with a heart full of hope and a head full of dreams.

To the Moms Starting Fresh

If you’re stepping into something new this year, whether it’s a career change, a new baby, or simply trying to reconnect with yourself, I want you to know that you’re doing an amazing job. Even when it feels messy or uncertain, you’re showing up—and that’s what matters most.

And to those who didn’t having the festive season you imagined, know that it’s okay to feel however you’re feeling. You’re allowed to take it day by day, to create your own version of joy, and to hold on to the hope that better days are ahead.

Thank You for Being Here

To everyone who has read, commented, shared, or simply been part of this journey—thank you. You’ve turned my musings into a community, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

Here’s to 2025.

Let’s step into it with courage, grace, and maybe even a little glitter (because why not?). We’ve got this, moms.

With love and hope,
Mrs M 💗


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