Today 11th March 2025, I stepped into my 33rd year of life with a heart full of gratitude. Reflecting on the past year, it feels like looking back on a chapter where I truly started to find my place in the world. It was a year of movement; physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It was a year of listening to my gut. Trusting my path, and opening my heart to love in a way I never have before.
I’ve always known I was meant to explore, but this past year solidified that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Becoming a flight attendant wasn’t just a career move a few years ago —it was stepping into my destiny. The skies have become my second home, and every destination has offered me new lessons, perspectives, and connections. I explored new continents, walked streets I had only dreamed of, and immersed myself in cultures that expanded my understanding of the world and myself.
More than just travel, my job has reinforced a deeper truth: I was meant to move, to connect, and to experience life in its fullest expression. From the solo adventures where I rediscovered my independence to the moments spent guiding others through their journeys, my 32nd year affirmed that purpose isn’t always a straight path—it’s a feeling of alignment, and I’ve never felt more in sync.
One of the biggest lessons I learned this year was about discernment—who to trust, who to let in, and who to love from a distance. Not everyone you know deserves access to your energy, and not every friendship or relationship is meant to last forever.
I’ve always been open-hearted, but this past year taught me to listen more intently to my intuition. The times I ignored my gut, I paid the price. But the times I honored that quiet, knowing voice within me, I was led to peace, to clarity, and to people who truly deserved to be in my life. I learned that protecting my space isn’t selfish—it’s necessary. And in doing so, I found deeper connections with the people who genuinely had my best interests at heart.
Perhaps the most beautiful part of this past year has been learning to lean into love—real, deep, undeniable love. Love that is not rushed or forced. Love that feels like home.
For years, I kept a part of myself guarded, afraid that opening up fully would lead to loss or disappointment. But 32 was the year all those walls came down. Truly embracing vulnerability, I allowed people in, and in doing so, I found the love of my life.
This wasn’t just about romance—it was about all forms of love. Love for myself, love for my journey, love for the people who have been in my corner through it all. (So much so, some of my friends have started calling me soft LOL). And in receiving love, I’ve been able to give it more freely, more abundantly, and more fearlessly than ever before.
If 32 was about finding my place, trusting my instincts, and leaning into love, then 33 is about expansion. More adventures, deeper connections, greater alignment.
I step into this new chapter with gratitude—for the lessons, the growth, the people who have shaped me, and the love that surrounds me. I don’t have all the answers, but I have trust in the journey. And that, to me, is the greatest gift of all.
Here’s to another year of purpose, adventure, and love. 💫