Embracing Change: Living with Intention and Grace in 2025

As I approach 30 days into the new year, I find myself reflecting deeply on the journey that brought me here. Every feeling, every emotion, and every thought has a purpose and I’m embracing them all. This year is about pressing into change with intention and boldness. It’s time to step forward with a full cup, fueled by purpose, self-love, and faith.

For too long, I’ve given to others while neglecting my own well-being. But no more! I’ve decided to fight for my mental health, refill my cup, and rediscover joy in the things I love. It’s time to take chances even when I’m afraid and to work diligently toward the life I envision. Faith without works is dead, and while I trust God’s timing, I also recognize my role in putting in the effort.

I’ve learned a vital truth: I can no longer force what isn’t meant for me. Relationships, conversations, or people’s opinions of me. I’m letting go of the need to control what’s out of my hands. I’m learning to accept the things I cannot change and to focus my energy on the things I can. My faith will be my foundation, my consistency will be my guide, and my perspective will be one of gratitude and growth.

This season is about living life intentionally and crossing items off my bucket list, one by one. God has been so good to me, and I’m filled with gratitude for the opportunity to create the life I’ve always wanted. Becoming a mother at 21 meant learning to survive, to push through challenges, and to put my dreams on hold. Now, at 45, I’m stepping into a new chapter: embracing a softer, more balanced life.

I still carry with me the impact of the teachers who poured into my life as a student. One teacher gave me a journal, and through it, we communicated in a way that saved me during a difficult time. Another gave us confidence and made us proud to be who we are. I promised myself that one day I would give back in the same way, and I’ve had the privilege of doing that for the youth I work with today. But even as I pour into others, I’m learning to find balance, to dream bigger, and to prioritize what I need.

Life is changing. My children are growing up, my husband and I are growing older, and I’ve already experienced deep losses. My parents, friends, and moments of grief that have shaped who I am. I’ve learned that my mental capacity is too precious to give space to things that don’t serve me. Moving forward, nothing will be forced. Instead, I’ll fill my life with purpose, surround myself with genuine people, and release anything that doesn’t align with my peace.

This year, I vow to live without regrets. I will choose love over anger, faith over fear, and purpose over passivity. I’ll remove what doesn’t serve me and replace it with what nurtures my soul. God is love, and I am determined to reflect that love in everything I do.

As I continue this journey, I’m filled with hope and a renewed sense of purpose. Here’s to embracing change, living with intention, and walking boldly into a year of abundance, peace, and joy. I need you. You need me. Push with Janay and we will all be okay! 

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