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This isn't the year-end recap you might expect. It's not about a series of wins. For me, 2025 didn't feel like a win at all. Instead, this year brought me a lesson learned silently, behind the scenes—one I never wanted to learn.
Some years we grow; this one was about enduring. Personal tragedy. Grief that hung on. A political landscape that attacked the values I spent 15 years teaching as a museum educator—multiple perspectives, civic engagement, empathy. And for the first time in five years of running my consultancy, I lost the fiery drive that's always defined me.
Without it, I didn't feel like me.
But here's the unexpected part: something I built in the spring—before some of this happened—held me up when I couldn't hold myself.
What I Built in the Spring
In late spring, I put the finishing touches on something I'd been developing for months: The Teach Your Thing Toolkit.
This was my own transition—from done-for-you freelancer doing all the writing, editing, and graphic design for every single client—to consultant with a repeatable framework. I did for myself what I do for my clients: I captured my own method and packaged it so it could be repeated, expand my reach, and build sustainable income.
It felt good. A long-awaited milestone. I was ready to deploy.
And then everything stopped.
May
In May, my sister-in-law Molly was killed by domestic violence.
Molly was my partner Fred's only sister, but I hadn't realized she was enduring this. I now know her (young adult) children had tried desperately to help, but I'd had no idea.
The grief was quiet somehow, but deep, intense, and disorienting. Summer blurred into fall. There were days when I admitted to myself: "If I do ONE thing today, it'll be a good day." Some days, that one thing was answering an email. Once I responded to a survey from a trusted business mentor.
For someone with strong intrinsic motivation—someone who's built a business on that fire—this was unfamiliar territory. Sure, I kept things going that were already in place, but strategizing new stuff? I didn't have it in me.
And the backdrop didn't help. Watching the dissolution of democratic processes, attacks on immigrants in my city of Minneapolis, the unraveling of institutions I'd dedicated years to defending through education—it all compounded. The weight was everywhere.
(This winter I lit a candle in Molly's honor at a taize service at my church.) |