Halfway There, But Fully Me: A 2025 Check-In

Whew… 2025 has been a journey. Not a walk, not a jog…a full-on winding hike up a mountain with tears in my eyes, joy in my heart, and healing in my pockets. And here I am, standing at the halfway mark of the year, still breathing, still shining, still…Kia.

I don’t say that lightly. Because this year started heavy.

Grief has lingered like an unwelcome visitor, showing up in quiet moments and loud ones too. Losing my brother last year left a permanent imprint on my soul, one I’ve had to learn to carry differently day by day. And he wasn’t the only one I’ve had to say goodbye to. Family, memories, love…I’ve felt the ache of each goodbye deep in my chest. But somehow, amidst the heartbreak, there’s been something sacred about the stillness that followed. I found room to pause, to remember, to honor. Not just them, but me too.

2025 has taught me that healing is not linear, and it damn sure ain’t neat. Some mornings I’ve cried into my journal. Other nights I’ve danced in my kitchen with nothing but incense burning and my playlist reminding me I’m still here. There’s power in both.

And yes…love. Let’s talk about it. I found what I thought was love late last year only to lose it by the start of 2025 and of recent, I experienced a connection that ended just as fast as it started. It was the kind of connection where I feel seen… until, well, I didn’t. (a stalker Ex shut that down real quick). Life has a way of shifting things, and while I wanted that connection to last, I had to accept that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lesson. Still, I’m not bitter. I’m not hardened. I’m not giving up on love. Sis is still hopeful, just a little wiser with her heart now. And let me just tell you…God has a funny way of showing you things.

I’ve had to re-learn the art of balance: between ambition and rest, motherhood and selfhood, loss and joy. And somewhere in the midst of all that, I’ve planning something beautiful. My 50th birthday party.

Can we take a moment for that?! 50!

That’s not just a number. That’s a declaration. A celebration. A “look what I survived and who I’ve become” kind of moment. I’m planning an event that reflects exactly who I am…bold, soulful, and unforgettable. I want laughter, music, maybe a few happy tears, and a room full of people who’ve walked with me through these seasons. It’s going to be a personal celebration with my ppls dressed to impress! it’s also going to be a vibe, and I choose to give myself a party because I’ve earned it.

The rest of this year? I want more healing. More softness. More deep breaths. I want to pour into my creativity, launch projects that light my soul on fire, and continue using my voice to help others, not just women, but EVERYBODY, know they’re not alone. I want to nurture my body with yoga and herbal tea, love on my babies (who aren’t babies anymore), and maybe…just maybe…be open to love finding me again, in whatever form it decides to take.

I don’t have it all figured out. I’m not walking around with some Instagram-perfect story. But I’m present. I’m grounded. I’m grateful. And that, to me, is more than enough.

So cheers to the second half of 2025.
To becoming. To loving.
To healing.
To me.