Vol.1

Hallelujah and Hot Mess

ABecause faith doesn’t cancel chaos

As 2025 limps toward the finish line — tired, emotionally unavailable, and clutching a half-finished to-do list — I find myself standing on the edge of 2026 as an engaged woman. Yes. Engaged. With a ring, a fiancé, and a Pinterest board that tells lies about how calm and organised I am.

Soon, I’ll be entering a new phase of life: wife.
Capital W. Big responsibility. Same woman.

And as I look back on the last 38 years of my life, one truth rises above the noise, the chaos, and the 3am overthinking sessions:

👉 You only get one shot at this, hunny.

One life.
One nervous system.
One body that absolutely does not bounce back the way Instagram promised.

Right now, life isn’t waiting politely for me to “get it together.”
Life is happening — loudly, relentlessly, and mostly before I’ve had coffee.

Each day feels like a spiritual exercise in staying present.
Not fixing.
Not panicking.
Not planning 12 years ahead.
Just… being here. Breathing. Trying not to lose my faith or my mind before lunchtime.