There is me at the beginning of 2025, and there is me at the end.
This year, celebration and heartbreak were so tightly interwoven that sometimes it was hard to
discern where one ended and the other began.
It was the year I uncovered facets of my faith and my heart that had long been buried.
It was the year I walked alongside Greg through his cancer journey. Chemo. Side effects. A stem cell transplant.
And beyond all of
that, it was the year I learned how to hold faith in miracles while also allowing myself to feel the very real pain of worst-case scenarios.
This wasn’t faith anchored in false positivity. It was faith born from fully feeling the sorrow, fear, and vulnerability of possibly losing someone I love deeply.
It was the first year of my beautiful
granddaughter’s life. A year of witnessing my amazing adult children expand in ways that filled me with awe. The year my oldest daughter got married.
It was also a year where I continued to serve my clients through everything unfolding in my personal life.
This year my clients, birthed books, healed their minds and bodies, attracted more
abundance, stepped into serving more people than ever before and most importantly became more of their true self.
And once again, I was reminded that our lived experiences-the joyful and painful ones- deepen our capacity to serve. As helpers, we take the initiations we’ve walked through and turn them into medicine.
It was a year of
masterminding with other coaches from around the world, each of us devoted to serving humanity in our own way.
A year of grounding more fully into our life here in Mexico.
A year of deep heartbreak and the ending of relationships that mattered.
On the outside,
I may look much the same. On the inside, so much has transformed.
There’s been a lot of talk in recent years about becoming “unrecognizable.” That wasn’t my intention at the start of this year.
And yet, my thoughts, my emotions, and my sense of identity have undeniably shifted.
This snake year of shedding has been painful, at times excruciating.
But it dislodged the false skins, the ones I had worn for so long I barely noticed them anymore.
So yes, there is me at the beginning of 2025, and me at the end.
But it
isn’t a new me.
It’s the true me.
And I know you’ve gone through your own transformations this year.
I know this because you are a helper, and helpers are always being transformed.
Your
growth, your courage, your willingness to feel will inevitably become a blessing to others.
This year, we shed. We cried. We experienced loss. We integrated. We stretched. And we celebrated.
So 2026, here we come.
The helpers of the world are ready to serve
with more love, more authenticity, and more grounded power than ever before.
With so much love,
Lisa
