2025 - A spicy rollercoaster

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Happy New Year! 🥂

​2025 was a bit of a spicy rollercoaster—one of those where you’re not sure if you’re screaming because you’re having fun or because the safety bar feels a little loose. 

​🏆 The 2025 Hall of Fame

  • ​The "Aunty of the Year" Award: Watched my nephew graduate. I managed to cheer loud enough to embarrass him, which is the primary goal of any graduation ceremony.
  • ​The Survivalist Medal: Finished a contract in a toxic work environment. I deserve a PhD in "Smiling While Screaming Internally" and keeping my professionalism while the building was metaphorically on fire.
  • ​Empowering role: Started a second volunteering gig empowering migrant women, all while keeping up my weekly dates with my favorite seniors at the aged care home. My karma is currently sparkling.
  • ​The Grand Finale: I wrapped up the year with some travel. Because after 12 months of being a functioning adult, I earned the right to get lost in a different time zone.
  • ​The Proud Parent Moment: Aa crushed his first year at the new school. He adapted so well he started collecting awards like they were Pokemon cards. 

​🏆 The 2025 Hightlight of the Year

Thanks to the universe, I accidentally surrounded myself with people who are so amazing it’s becoming a problem. I can’t even have a bad day in peace without one of them inspiring me to be 'better' or 'resilient.' It’s a trap, but honestly? Best trap I’ve ever fallen into. 

​💡 The "Hard Way" Lesson of the Year

​2025 taught me a very important lesson about trust: If someone betrayed you once and you let them back in, they don't just "change"—they just upgrade their stabbing equipment. 🗡️ Note to self: If the "Snake" sign is flashing, don't invite it in for tea. Lesson learned, burned, and filed away under "Never Again."

​Bring on 2026—I’m ready for you (and I’m bringing my own shield this time)!

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