I’m not entering 2026 quietly. I’m walking in with intention, clarity, and a heart that’s been through enough to know what matters. Last year taught me that joy isn’t accidental-it’s chosen. That peace is something in you and growth doesn’t always look loud….sometimes it looks like consistency, boundaries and trusting yourself even when no one else sees the vision yet.

I’m carrying forward with what feels aligned and I’m choosing that on purpose. 2026 isn’t about proving anything. It’s about living fully present in the life that God is providing me to build-love, healing, purpose and all. I’m excited, not because everything is perfect, but I finally understand myself.

And that changes everything!

Here’s to momentum. Here’s to becoming. Here’s to a year that meets me where I am-and rises with me.✨

BSTORM

This year changed me. Not in loud ways. Not in ways that need explaining. But in ways that settled deep into my spirit and rewrote how I love, how I trust, and how I choose myself. I walked into this year carrying lessons from chapters that once felt heavy. I didn’t know exactly what was ahead-only that I was committed to growth honesty, and peace. What unfolded was more beautiful than I could have imagined. This was the year I stood in love and said yes-not just to my husband, but to a life built on safety, patience, and unconditional love. After everything I’ve been through, that moment felt sacred.

A reminder that healing is real and joy doesn’t have to be rushed or earned. Sometimes it arrives quietly and stays. This year taught me that love can be gentle. That peace can feel like home. That the right partnership doesn’t demand that you shrink or perform-it meets you exactly where you are and grows with you. I also learned how to release what no longer fits. old versions of myself. Old explanations. Old expectations I learned that I don’t need to revisit every chapter to honor how far I’ve come. Some things are understood-and that’s enough.

As this year comes to a close, I’m not rushing to define what’s next. I’m entering 2026 with intention instead of pressure. With faith instead of fear. With gratitude for every lesson, every ending, and every beginning that shaped me. I’m stepping forward softer, stronger, and more aligned than ever.

Here’s to the year that healed me. Here’s to the love that found me. Here’s to the peace I protected.

And here’s to 2026-may it meet me with clarity, abundance, and continued grace.

BSTORM

P.S. GOODBYE STRANGER THINGS

There was a time when I felt the need to explain myself. My choices, growth and silence. I wanted to be understood so badly that I overextended my voice-trying to make people see what they were never meant to see from my perspective. But healing has taught me something sacred: what’s UNDERSTOOD DOESN’T NEED TO BE SAID. When you grow, your life becomes the explanation. When you heal, your peace speaks louder than your words. When you align with who you’re becoming, clarification becomes unnecessary.

Not everyone deserves an explanation. Not everyone is meant to understand your journey. Some people only know the version of you they had access to-and that’s okay. There is a quiet confidence that comes from no longer needing validation. From letting your boundaries speak. From trusting that the people who are meant to walk with you will feel the truth without you spelling it out. I’ve learned that silence isn’t weakness. It’s discernment. It’s maturity. It’s knowing that your energy is precious and your peace is not up for debate. Especially since God gives it to me.

What’s understood lives in the eyes, the pauses, the choices you make when no one is watching. It shows up in how you move differently. In how you respond-or don’t. In how you choose peace over proving a point. I no longer chase being understood by everyone. I trust that the right people😏will feel me. And the rest? They don’t need an explanation.

Because what’s real doesn’t announce itself. And WHAT’S UNDERSTOOD DOESN’T NEED TO BE SAID

BSTORM

Peace isn’t something the world hands you — it’s something your spirit learns to choose.

I’m learning that peace doesn’t always come wrapped in quiet moments or perfect days. Sometimes it shows up in the middle of chaos… in the pause before a reaction… in the decision to walk away instead of engaging… in the deep breath taken before saying anything at all.

Choosing peace isn’t weakness.

It’s wisdom.

It’s clarity.

It’s maturity.

It’s realizing that not every battle deserves your energy, not every conversation requires your presence, and not every memory deserves space in your today.

Peace is understanding that protecting your spirit is more important than proving a point.

It’s giving yourself permission to let go — of old stories, old hurts, old versions of yourself who didn’t know better.

It’s standing firm in who you’re becoming, not who you used to be.

I’m learning to choose peace…

Not because everything is perfect,

but because I’m learning to be.

BSTORM🫶🏽

Sometimes we forget that God gives us fresh grace for the season we’re in, not the season we left behind. You don’t have to be who you were yesterday. You don’t have to carry what you carried last year.

Right now, in this exact moment, you are covered.

You are becoming. You are growing. And GRACE is meeting you exactly where you are.

Love, BStorm💖

For a long time, I thought my past defined me. Every mistake. Every heartbreak. Every decision. Every valley. But I’v learned that my journey was never meant to keep me in shackles. It was meant to shape me. To teach me. To prepare me for something better.

Jesus doesn’t see my past as chains- He sees it as testimony. Every storm I walked through became a chapter in the story He’s writing through me. Every scar is proof of His healing power.

The enemy wants me stuck in shame. But Jesus calls me into freedom. He whispers: “You are forgiven. You are chosen. You are mine” So I will continue to walk forward- not as someone bound, but as someone free. Not chained to who I was, but crowned in who He’s called me to be.

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My heart has been broken, stretched, and tested. And in the process, it’s learned lessons I never imagined I’d survive. the hardest one? That sometimes the people you love most aren’t meant to stay. I learned that letting go doesn’t mean you’re weak- it means you’re brave enough to choose yourself. I learned that heartbreak can be the soil where healing grows. I’ve learned the endings don’t destroy you, they shape you.

It was a painful lesson, but it turned me into the woman I am today- stronger, softer, and more certain of my worth.

💬 Your Turn:

What’s the hardest lesson your heart has ever learned? Share it with me- your words might give someone else the courage they need.

Yours Truly,

BSTORM

I used to think love was something I had to wait for, earn, or prove myself worthy of. But I’ve learned that the most important love story I’ll ever live is the one I write with myself.

Self-love looks like:

💫 Saying “no” without guilt.

💫 Celebrating my wins, even the small ones.

💫 Speaking kindly to myself in the mirror.

💫 Trusting my own voice above the noise.

When I give myself love, I stop chasing it from the wrong places. And the more I fill myself up, the more I attract the kind of love that feels safe, steady, and true.

BSTORM