Looking Back at 2025: Lessons, Growth & What I’m Taking Into 2026

/ Wednesday, December 31, 2025

Well first of all… yaaay! 🎉

I am continuing one of my favourite traditions on this blog — the yearly retrospective. No matter how messy life gets, this little ritual remains. And here I am, at the end of 2025, doing what I love most: looking back before taking a step forward.



Because honestly, peeps, 2025?
She was not smooth butter.
She shook me, rattled me, stretched me in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
But here I am — still standing, softer yet stronger, wiser in ways only lived experiences can teach.

If I look closely now, I don’t see chaos anymore.
I see growth.


🌱 A Year of Choosing Myself

The year started with big decisions. One of them was letting go of my old gym — after seven or eight years of loyalty. It simply wasn’t serving me anymore. And letting go of what’s familiar, even when it once worked, is not easy.

Joining a new gym was uncomfortable at first. I struggled with consistency during the first half of the year — lots of rest days, lots of negotiating with myself. But by the second half of 2025, I found my footing again. I reclaimed my discipline. I showed up.

When Toposphere Studio reopened in the last quarter, it felt like coming home to myself.
The movement. The energy. The girl community.
Women pushing each other, laughing through the burn, reminding one another that strength can be joyful. New friendships were born there — the aligned kind.


🚗 Milestones That Marked My Growth

One of the biggest wins of the year was buying my first brand new car.
After years of driving my husband’s Toyota Corolla (a real one, truly), sitting behind the wheel of something that was mine felt powerful. It wasn’t just a car — it was pride, independence, and proof that I can provide for myself.

Another moment that touched my heart deeply:
My brother came back to Mauritius after 10 years.
This time, we bonded not as kids anymore — but as adults. With understanding, maturity, and shared memories. That reunion filled a space I didn’t even realise was empty.

And my husband and I — what a team we were this year.
We stood our ground together. We chose peace over noise. We protected our relationship in ways that felt gentler and truer to who we are becoming.


💻 Finding My Way Back to Writing

This year, I did something that scared me a little — I revived this blog after years of writing and not publishing, years of keeping my words tucked away in drafts and notebooks.

Bringing this space back to life wasn’t about numbers or perfection.
It was about courage.
It was about trusting my voice again.

I’m making a conscious effort to be consistent now — showing up even when the readership is small, even when life gets busy. To the real ones who take time to read, engage, and support this space — I see you, I appreciate you, and I love you. 💓

And to anyone new here — welcome to my little corner of the internet. I hope this blog becomes a soft place for you, a reminder that your words matter too. If this space encourages even one person to trust their inner writer and share their story, then it has already done its job.


🎧 Micro-Habits That Changed Everything

2025 taught me that change doesn’t always come loudly. Sometimes, it comes quietly.

Every morning before work, I started listening to self-growth and positive mindset podcasts. Just a few minutes — but they grounded me, reset my thoughts, and softened my approach to the day.

I also honoured a promise I made to myself: reading more.
Fiction, non-fiction, a few pages before bed — even on tired nights. It became a ritual that soothed my mind and fed my creativity.


🌸 Romanticising Life, Always

If there’s one thing I will never stop doing, it’s romanticising my life — even when it’s hard.

Sipping matcha while stuck in traffic.
Enjoying my coffee after work before cooking dinner.
Folding laundry slowly.
Showing up for my skincare routine — my ultimate non-negotiable.

Taking care of my skin became an act of self-respect this year. Investing in good products, being consistent, noticing the glow — not just on my face, but in how I felt about myself.

Life is heavy sometimes. But joy lives in the smallest places if we allow it.


💟 Lessons 2025 Etched Into Me

This year changed the way I protect my peace.

I learned that not everyone deserves a front-row seat in my life.
I learned to walk away from spaces where respect wasn’t being served.
I learned that healing doesn’t always require reconnection — sometimes, it requires release.

I also learned to observe patterns.
Knowing when to stop being the first one to wish, the first one to reach out — and seeing who shows up when you don’t — revealed my real ones. Life happens, yes. But patterns don’t lie.

And I’m proud of myself for choosing boundaries without guilt.


✨ Looking Back, I See Strength

When I look back at 2025, I see a woman who fought silent battles and still stood tall.
A woman who rested when she needed to — and rose again when it was time.
A woman who learned that consistency is not about perfection, but about returning to yourself.

Christmas came and went beautifully. The year is ending gently.
And before stepping into what’s next, I wanted to honour what has been.


🌟 What I’m Taking With Me Into 2026

I’m carrying forward:

2025 wasn’t easy — but it was transformative.
And if it taught me anything, it’s that I am capable of more than I give myself credit for.

Here’s to closing this chapter with pride — and opening the next one with hope.

2026, I’m ready for you. ✨🌺




Well first of all… yaaay! 🎉

I am continuing one of my favourite traditions on this blog — the yearly retrospective. No matter how messy life gets, this little ritual remains. And here I am, at the end of 2025, doing what I love most: looking back before taking a step forward.



Because honestly, peeps, 2025?
She was not smooth butter.
She shook me, rattled me, stretched me in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
But here I am — still standing, softer yet stronger, wiser in ways only lived experiences can teach.

If I look closely now, I don’t see chaos anymore.
I see growth.


🌱 A Year of Choosing Myself

The year started with big decisions. One of them was letting go of my old gym — after seven or eight years of loyalty. It simply wasn’t serving me anymore. And letting go of what’s familiar, even when it once worked, is not easy.

Joining a new gym was uncomfortable at first. I struggled with consistency during the first half of the year — lots of rest days, lots of negotiating with myself. But by the second half of 2025, I found my footing again. I reclaimed my discipline. I showed up.

When Toposphere Studio reopened in the last quarter, it felt like coming home to myself.
The movement. The energy. The girl community.
Women pushing each other, laughing through the burn, reminding one another that strength can be joyful. New friendships were born there — the aligned kind.


🚗 Milestones That Marked My Growth

One of the biggest wins of the year was buying my first brand new car.
After years of driving my husband’s Toyota Corolla (a real one, truly), sitting behind the wheel of something that was mine felt powerful. It wasn’t just a car — it was pride, independence, and proof that I can provide for myself.

Another moment that touched my heart deeply:
My brother came back to Mauritius after 10 years.
This time, we bonded not as kids anymore — but as adults. With understanding, maturity, and shared memories. That reunion filled a space I didn’t even realise was empty.

And my husband and I — what a team we were this year.
We stood our ground together. We chose peace over noise. We protected our relationship in ways that felt gentler and truer to who we are becoming.


💻 Finding My Way Back to Writing

This year, I did something that scared me a little — I revived this blog after years of writing and not publishing, years of keeping my words tucked away in drafts and notebooks.

Bringing this space back to life wasn’t about numbers or perfection.
It was about courage.
It was about trusting my voice again.

I’m making a conscious effort to be consistent now — showing up even when the readership is small, even when life gets busy. To the real ones who take time to read, engage, and support this space — I see you, I appreciate you, and I love you. 💓

And to anyone new here — welcome to my little corner of the internet. I hope this blog becomes a soft place for you, a reminder that your words matter too. If this space encourages even one person to trust their inner writer and share their story, then it has already done its job.


🎧 Micro-Habits That Changed Everything

2025 taught me that change doesn’t always come loudly. Sometimes, it comes quietly.

Every morning before work, I started listening to self-growth and positive mindset podcasts. Just a few minutes — but they grounded me, reset my thoughts, and softened my approach to the day.

I also honoured a promise I made to myself: reading more.
Fiction, non-fiction, a few pages before bed — even on tired nights. It became a ritual that soothed my mind and fed my creativity.


🌸 Romanticising Life, Always

If there’s one thing I will never stop doing, it’s romanticising my life — even when it’s hard.

Sipping matcha while stuck in traffic.
Enjoying my coffee after work before cooking dinner.
Folding laundry slowly.
Showing up for my skincare routine — my ultimate non-negotiable.

Taking care of my skin became an act of self-respect this year. Investing in good products, being consistent, noticing the glow — not just on my face, but in how I felt about myself.

Life is heavy sometimes. But joy lives in the smallest places if we allow it.


💟 Lessons 2025 Etched Into Me

This year changed the way I protect my peace.

I learned that not everyone deserves a front-row seat in my life.
I learned to walk away from spaces where respect wasn’t being served.
I learned that healing doesn’t always require reconnection — sometimes, it requires release.

I also learned to observe patterns.
Knowing when to stop being the first one to wish, the first one to reach out — and seeing who shows up when you don’t — revealed my real ones. Life happens, yes. But patterns don’t lie.

And I’m proud of myself for choosing boundaries without guilt.


✨ Looking Back, I See Strength

When I look back at 2025, I see a woman who fought silent battles and still stood tall.
A woman who rested when she needed to — and rose again when it was time.
A woman who learned that consistency is not about perfection, but about returning to yourself.

Christmas came and went beautifully. The year is ending gently.
And before stepping into what’s next, I wanted to honour what has been.


🌟 What I’m Taking With Me Into 2026

I’m carrying forward:

2025 wasn’t easy — but it was transformative.
And if it taught me anything, it’s that I am capable of more than I give myself credit for.

Here’s to closing this chapter with pride — and opening the next one with hope.

2026, I’m ready for you. ✨🌺




Continue Reading

There are moments when reading feels less like entertainment and more like a mirror — soft, unexpected, and a little too honest for comfort.


Recently, I read Happy Place by Emily Henry and The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides — two books from completely different genres, written with entirely different intentions, yet somehow circling the same quiet truth: human relationships are complicated, layered, and often shaped by what we don’t say.

One is soft, nostalgic, warm — the kind of book you read curled up, pausing to sigh and think about your own life. The other is dark, unsettling, and sharp — the kind that keeps you awake, questioning motives, silence, and the hidden fractures in people.

And yet, both stayed with me, lingering long after I closed the covers, like thoughts you carry into the quiet parts of your day.


🌿 Different Genres, Same Emotional Core

At first glance, Happy Place and The Silent Patient have nothing in common.

One lives in the world of friendship, love, shared history, and summer homes filled with memories. The other lives in psychological tension, trauma, and silence.

But beneath the plotlines, both books explore how people drift, how they protect themselves, and how relationships change when communication breaks down.

Whether it’s friends growing into different versions of themselves or individuals retreating into silence because words feel too heavy — both stories ask the same question:

What happens when we stop being fully seen by the people who once knew us best?


🏠 Happy Place & the Ache of Growing Apart

Happy Place felt painfully relatable.



It’s about friends who love each other deeply, yet are no longer living the same lives. Everyone has their own space now — different cities, different priorities, different rhythms.

And that hit close to home.

Because isn’t that exactly what adulthood looks like?

My friends in their own space. Me in my own space. Still connected, still caring — but no longer intertwined the way we once were.

What made the book so tender was how it captured that quiet grief we rarely talk about: the mourning of friendships that haven’t ended, but have changed.

No dramatic fallout. No big betrayal. Just distance. Schedules. Unspoken feelings.

You still love them, but you no longer live in the same emotional room.

And somehow, that hurts more than a clean ending.


🖤 The Silent Patient & the Weight of Unspoken Pain

Then there’s The Silent Patient — a story where silence isn’t just emotional, it’s literal.


What struck me most wasn’t just the twist or the suspense, but how deeply it explored
what happens when someone shuts down instead of reaching out.

Silence becomes a shield. A punishment. A form of survival.

It made me think about how often people choose silence because they don’t feel safe being vulnerable. Because speaking feels dangerous. Because being misunderstood feels worse than not being heard at all.

In a way, it’s the extreme end of what Happy Place gently shows — the final stage of emotional disconnection.

When words fail. When relationships fracture. When pain is internalized instead of shared.


🌊 The Common Thread: We’re All Trying to Protect Ourselves

Both books reminded me of something important:

We are all navigating relationships while also trying to protect our hearts.

Some of us do it by pulling away quietly. Some of us do it by pretending everything is fine. Some of us do it by staying silent.

And sometimes, no one is the villain.

Just people growing. People hurting. People doing the best they can with what they have.


✨ Why These Stories Matter

What I loved most about reading these two books back-to-back is how they reflected different emotional seasons of life.

Happy Place speaks to the soft ache of adulthood — the nostalgia, the longing, the acceptance.

The Silent Patient speaks to the darker corners — the consequences of suppressed emotions and unspoken truths.

Together, they remind us that relationships require effort, honesty, and sometimes courage — to speak, to listen, or even to admit when things have changed.


🌙 A Quiet Reflection

Reading these books made me reflect on my own relationships.

Who I’ve drifted from. Who I still love deeply from a distance. Where silence has crept in. Where I could speak more gently, more honestly.

Maybe that’s the beauty of reading — not just escaping into stories, but returning to yourself with a little more understanding.

And maybe that’s okay.

Because growth doesn’t always look loud. Sometimes, it looks like turning pages and quietly recognizing yourself between the lines.

Until next time,



Let’s be honest, peeps — if life were only about work, chores, and responsibilities, we’d all be walking stress balls with matching eyebags. But, thank God, somewhere along the way, people started realising that there has to be more to life than rushing from one task to the next. And slowly, the world began embracing a softer, slower idea of happiness: romanticizing everyday life.

It’s not about pretending everything is perfect.
It’s about choosing to see the beauty in the imperfect, the ordinary, the in-between moments that we usually overlook.

Today, I want to share what romanticizing life really means, how this whole movement became so popular, and of course — how I, a common island girl, add little pockets of joy into my daily routine.




💕 What Does It Mean to Romanticize Life?

Romanticizing your life is simply the act of appreciating the small, simple moments.
It’s noticing the smell of your morning coffee, enjoying the quiet of your bedroom before the world wakes up, taking pleasure in a soft breeze, a good book, a pretty outfit, or the sun hitting your face at the right angle.

It’s telling yourself:
“Even on an ordinary day, something beautiful exists.”

This mindset teaches you to slow down, be present, and find joy in moments that would normally feel routine or forgettable.




🌿 How the Trend Started & Why People Became More Aware of It

The idea itself isn’t new — it actually connects to old philosophies like mindfulness and the Japanese concept of ikigai (finding joy and purpose in everyday moments).

But the modern wave of “romanticizing life” became popular because of:

✨ 1. Social Media Aesthetics

TikTok and Instagram made people pay attention to little rituals:
smoothies, sunlit mornings, skincare, journaling, reading corners, cosy beverages…
Suddenly, all the simple things became inspiring.

✨ 2. The Mental Health Shift

People were getting tired — burnt out, overwhelmed, constantly rushing.
Romanticizing life became a gentle form of self-care, a reminder that you deserve softness even while your life is chaotic.

✨ 3. Lockdown Realities

When the world slowed down, people had no choice but to find joy in the small moments at home — cooking, reading, making dalgona coffee, sitting by windows.
That habit stayed.

✨ 4. The “Main Character Energy” Era

Everyone started embracing the idea that you are the main character of your life.
So why not make your everyday moments feel worthy?

And honestly, people?
It was time.
We needed something to make ordinary life feel fuller, calmer, happier — even without big milestones.


🌺 How I Romanticize My Life — Island Girl Edition

Now for the fun part: how I find little joys in my own routine.

🌼 1. My Morning Rituals

Every morning, before the real chaos begins, I prep breakfast and lunch for myself and my husband. It sounds simple, but it gives my day a grounding start — like I’m taking care of my little world.

Then comes my favourite part:
my smoothie or matcha, which I sip during my drive to work.
It’s my calm before the storm.

🌼 2. Looking Good, Feeling Good

Even though my work outfits are limited to black and white, that never stops me from adding elegance. Chic pieces, gold jewellery, clean makeup, matching accessories — these tiny details make me feel like I have my life together, even when I don’t.

🌼 3. My Daily Gua Sha Moment

A little stone. A little oil. A few minutes of slow strokes.
It’s my quiet reminder to take care of myself.
Plus, the depuffing effect? A blessing.

🌼 4. My Coffee After Work (The Sacred Moment)

When I get home from a long day, I make my coffee and just… pause.
This is my moment.
No responsibilities. No expectations. Just me and my cup.

🌼 5. Reading Before Bed

Even if I’m exhausted, I always try to read a few pages before sleeping.
It resets my mind, slows down my thoughts, and makes me feel grounded.

🌼 6. My Weekly Special Skincare Day

Once a week, I take time for deep cleansing and detoxifying skincare — not for beauty, but because it makes me feel refreshed and cared for.

🌼 7. Solo Coffee Dates

There is something healing about taking yourself out.
Sitting with your thoughts. Enjoying your own company.
As women, we don’t do it enough — but it’s powerful.

🌼 8. Movement That Feels Like Joy, Not Exercise

Zumba and Contortion classes are my escapes.
I don’t view them as workouts — more like therapy sessions where I can be myself, let loose, and step away from routine.
It’s where I breathe again.

🌼 9. Extra Sleep on Non-Work Days

Honestly?
The luxury of sleeping a bit longer is one of life’s purest joys.
No alarms. No rushing. Just me resting because I deserve to.


💛 Why These Little Moments Matter

Life doesn’t always give us big joys.
Sometimes, it's the small rituals that keep us sane, happy, and connected to ourselves.

Romanticizing life isn’t about pretending everything is perfect.
It’s about choosing to enjoy the tiny parts:

the matcha,
the outfits,
the gua sha,
the books,
the coffee,
the dancing,
the quiet moments,
the beach days,
the sleep,
the softness.

These are the things that make life feel beautiful — even on the tough days.

And if you ask me, that’s more than enough.

Until next time,