2025 Recap: A Year of "Wait, What Just Happened?"
Let me set the scene for you: I am sitting on the floor, drinking coffee and water at the same time, with my laptop precariously balanced on an upside-down laundry hamper. It’s "ghetto-fabulous," it’s chaotic, and honestly? It’s exactly how this year felt.
Buckle up, because 2025 was a lot. The video has all the nitty-gritty details but you can catch the written summary below!
The Year of Six Businesses (Because who needs free time?)
We walked into 2025 with three businesses: Minimize and Organize (now a refined 8-year-mark!), Organizer Near Me, and Modern Yard Card Co. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for my nervous system. By February, Jacob and I bought Remove LBK. It was a "God thing"—one minute I’m having coffee with a friend, and the next I’m accidentally buying a rental box business. Then came the launch of Modern Yard Card Designs in May, born out of a desire for a specific aesthetic we just couldn't find elsewhere. Oh, by the way - Jacob started his business, Ironclad Surfaces in September…. Finally, in the ultimate plot twist, I bought into Pro Organizer Studio in November.
I now have a web of family business connections so thick I’m basically the CEO of My Own Sanity, though I’m currently under-performing in that specific role.
The "Parental Plot Twist"
If you thought your parents getting divorced was weird as a kid, try doing it as an adult. Suddenly, I’m the caregiver, the mediator, and the person explaining that bills now have to be paid out of communal funds. Because my mom lives with us, I've had a front-row seat to the mass chaos of filing for divorce while managing property and assets.
My parents have been married since they were 18, so watching them navigate what comes next has been... an experience. There is no handbook for this, and I definitely feel like I'm winging it every single day. If anyone wants to write a manual titled "How to Not Cringe When Your Dad Mentions Hinge," I’ll buy ten copies.
The Health Rollercoaster
We started talking about babies back in February, which my body interpreted as an invitation to go absolutely haywire. I gained 40 pounds almost overnight, my cortisol levels hit the ceiling, and my thyroid decided to take a permanent vacation. I’ve tried every supplement, blog post, and YouTube doctor, but the stress of the year made "getting healthy" feel like a full-time job I was failing at.
Between the hormones and my mom’s terrifying cardiac event (shoutout to the "Life Vest" for sounding like a literal gong in the middle of the night), I haven’t truly slept since March. If I look at you and my eyes don't focus, just know I’m currently running on a mix of adrenaline and lukewarm lattes.
Looking Ahead to 2026: The "Year of Rejection"
I have some big goals for next year:
Hitting $500k in revenue (Manifesting this!).
1,000 Rejections: I’m gamifying failure. If I’m going to fail, I’m going to be the best at it.
Getting Pregnant (Safely): No more obsessing over ovulation sticks. If it happens, great. If we adopt, great. As long as it doesn't make me hate my life, we’re good.
Unplugging: My friends shouldn't have to wait three months for a text back. (Sorry, guys—I promise I'm not dead, I’m just overwhelmed by the 100 conversations I had before noon).
2025 was a fog, but the fog is finally lifting. Here’s to a 2026 with more sleep, fewer "gong" noises, and hopefully, a lot more intentionality.