Wishing you a happy holiday's

Tell me three wins at your most proud of for 2025 as we go into 2026 minor in the comments.

Last night while reading my work, all I could see were my mistakes on posts, articles, and in the programs I had made. My mind reviewed how many times people DM me about a mistake in a post they want me to correct. My eye for detail just kept noticing how often these mistakes were happening. I could feel my face become flushed and my inner critic having a talk with me and I didn’t like it. I had to break the conversation going on in my head. I realized the new year does not ask you to become someone else. It just gives you a clean edge of paper and watches what you do with the first line. Most people start by trying to write a masterpiece… And that is exactly how the page stays blank. I’ve learned that perfection is not a high standard. It is just a safest hiding place. It lets you say, “I care deeply,” about what other people think, without letting anyone witness you caring deeply. It lets you hold your vision in a sealed jar where nothing can touch it, including life. Real devotion is different. Devotion is not intensity. It is consent.Consent to be seen mid-formation. Consent to be a beginner in public.Consent to make something that has your fingerprints on it. If you want this year to be different, stop asking, “What is my perfect plan.” Ask a stranger question. “What truth am I willing to live out loud, even when my voice shakes or people see my mistakes.” Because your work does not need to be flawless to be holy…It needs to be inhabited. My one sentence for the year: “Starting the new year with devotion turns your intentions into motion… one honest step at a time.” When I feel stopped, am procrastinating, or avoiding… I just ask myself. 1. What part of me benefits when I keep “preparing” instead of beginning? 2. If I just let it be real, what would I publish, say, offer, or ask for this week? 3. What would change if my measure of success was sincerity, not polish? I have to be able to let my devotion lead the way and break any habit that has been holding me back.

My true story of walking away, waking up, and writing forward. There was a moment in my life that split time and completely transformed my life… It didn’t look dramatic on the outside. I wasn’t screaming or crying or tossing things into boxes. No one saw it coming. Not even me. But one morning, sitting under the hum of fluorescent lights in my high-paying accounting job, I heard it…that quiet, unshakable inner voice. It didn’t beg. It didn’t shout. It simply whispered...“It’s time to go.” At first, I didn’t listen, I blew it off. And then I heard it again.... “It’s time to go.”... “Vickie! It’s time to go” I could feel the pound of my heart and the arguing my mind was doing... knowing that I had to be all in. The decision I was making wasn’t reversable.... Would I trust myself or not? That inner voice wasn’t giving me instructions as to “why” it was time to go… but then, I heard it again... “Vickie, it’s time to go.” And so, I did… I stood up, walked out of that gray Dilbert cubicle... my mind racing and hands shaking knowing that I could never look back... but NOT knowing where I was moving forward to. I drove home in silence. No plan. No applause. Just the sharp awareness that I had only $5,000 in the bank…and no idea what came next. That number haunted me. It stared at me like a ticking clock. Eight weeks of survival, maybe less, if I wasn’t careful. But I also knew something deeper… something was speaking to me, guiding me and talking to me at every moment. I knew that this was the moment... My moment. At the time I left my job… I didn’t know what this inner voice wanted me to do. I had no clue or idea that it was going to ask me to write a book. When I first heard it tell me that this what “We” were going to do, I thought it was the craziest idea because... I didn’t know how to write a book. I didn’t know how to use Microsoft Word. I used accounting software, QuickBooks. I could barely spell. I didn't know where to start I didn't get good grades in school