January 2025 Reflections: A Journey Through Transformation
January arrived like a whisper and a roar all at once—a threshold into a new year, brimming with possibility yet carrying the weight of the past. As I stepped into 2025, I turned to my trusted ritual: a Wheel Card reading to set the tone for the month ahead. The message was clear. This was a time for balance, introspection, clarity, patience, and empowerment. Not rushing forward, not forcing things, but aligning with a rhythm that honored both rest and action.
The Wisdom of the Wheel
The South whispered of rest and renewal—a reminder that pushing through exhaustion wasn’t strength, but sabotage. The West, represented by the tortoise, urged me to slow down, to savor the abundance already within reach rather than sprinting toward an imagined finish line. In the North, I was met with the Seven of Cups, a call for clarity amidst the noise of too many choices. And in the East, The Enchanter (Magician) stood as a beacon of my own creative power, reminding me that even in uncertainty, I held the ability to shape my reality.
I took these messages to heart and wove them into my intentions for the month: deep rest, conscious creation, mindful decision-making, and trust in my own magic.
Embracing the New Year: Small Victories & Big Lessons
The first week of the year unfolded with nostalgia and hope. I reflected on how far I’d come, the balance I’d found between rest and productivity, and the deepened sense of community that fueled me. The butterfly appeared in my wheel reading, a gentle nod to transformation. Capricorn’s new moon reinforced my commitment to intentional growth, reminding me that meaningful change isn’t rushed—it’s cultivated.
Among the highlights were laughter-filled moments with friends, the satisfying progress of structuring my Power of Laughter workshop, and a newfound appreciation for how much joy simple things could bring—like a slow morning walk to the cafe or an impromptu game of Scrabble. Yet, chronic pain remained an ever-present companion, teaching me patience and adaptability. Instead of frustration, I practiced grace. Instead of pushing through, I listened to my body.
Transformation & Resilience: Navigating Chaos with Compassion
The second week of January threw me into the deep end. A confrontation triggered a storm of physical pain and stress, leaving me depleted. Rather than retreating into self-blame, I leaned into the lessons of the Wheel. My affirmation for the week became a lifeline: I align with the wisdom of the stars, the sweetness of life, the clarity of my spirit, and the harmony of feminine consciousness.
Mom’s words echoed in my mind: transformation is often preceded by resistance; and oh, how that resistance showed up. Yet through the chaos, there were lifelines. A moment of laughter. A friend’s encouragement. A shift in perspective during my NBHWC study hall—realizing that instead of thinking, My body has failed me, I could reframe it as, I am having thoughts that my body is failing me. That shift alone created room for self-compassion.
I ended the week in a mineral bath, reflecting on how even setbacks were guiding me deeper into my purpose. It wasn’t about avoiding difficulty; it was about rising through it.
Reflection, Renewal & The Art of Letting Go
By the third week, I felt a pull toward deeper introspection. The full moon ceremony in Zentopia became a sacred pause, a moment to sit with the transformations unfolding within me. In the quiet of that night, under a sky heavy with stars, I released the weight I had carried for too long—outdated expectations, perfectionism, the endless measuring of my worth against external markers. I exchanged love and energy with the garden by the light of the full moon.
Creativity became both sanctuary and medicine. Finishing my painting, Flight of Fantasy, felt like a victory. So did creating space for play and laughter—whether it was sharing coffee with a friend or hosting our first Misfits Gift Exchange. Even the struggle of slow workshop sign-ups transformed into an opportunity to refine my approach, ensuring accessibility while honoring the value of my work.
Yet, challenges persisted. Fatigue made even small tasks feel monumental. I wrestled with self-comparison, an old habit that still had its claws in me. This time, instead of letting it pull me under, I examined it with curiosity. Why did I feel the need to measure myself against others? What would happen if I simply stood in my own light, unapologetically? Hmm…
This was the ongoing lesson—to honor my own pace, to celebrate progress over perfection, to trust in the unfolding; to keep my faith.
Hope, Transformation & The Power of Play
The final stretch of the month brought a beautiful contrast: deep healing alongside moments of sheer, unfiltered joy. My wheel reading illuminated themes of hope, transformation, and spiritual clarity. It asked me to examine the places where shadow still lingered and to invite light into those spaces.
Alas, the body really does keep the score. That final Monday of the month was a hard lesson in boundaries. After a Sunday of yard work with my husband and grown stepson, my pain levels skyrocketed, and I found myself relying on my husband’s support just to ease the tension in my muscles. I had pushed too far. Instead of frustration, I chose gratitude. The yard was nearly ready for spring, and I had been part of making that happen.
One of the brightest moments of the month was the Misfits Madness Marathon—7 people, 7 games, 8 hours of laughter and camaraderie. It was a reminder that healing isn’t just found in solitude and shadow work; it also flourishes in connection, play, and shared joy. Laughter, I realized, was just as much a medicine as meditation is.
Closing the Month: Honoring the Journey
January, in all its complexity, was a teacher. It asked me to embrace balance, not as an abstract ideal but as a daily practice. It showed me the power of laughter in the midst of struggle. It reminded me that transformation isn’t always comfortable, but it is always sacred.
Through it all, I learned to trust myself more deeply. To allow space for rest. To celebrate the small victories. To release the things that no longer serve me. Mostly though, January taught me to embrace, fully and without reservation, the unfolding journey.
Affirmations to Carry Forward:
I am resilient and guided by the light within me.
I honor both rest and action, knowing each has its place.
Each step forward brings transformation and renewal.
My joy, my laughter, my creativity—these are sacred acts of self-love.
As I step into February, I do so with an open heart, ready for whatever lessons and gifts the coming weeks will bring.
