Let’s get one thing straight: New Year’s resolutions are a load of crap. You know it. I know it. Everyone who’s ever bought a gym membership on January 1st and ghosted by February 3rd knows it. That’s why, this year, I’m saying “no thanks” to resolutions and embracing manifestations instead.
But not the frou-frou “just ask the universe, and it’ll plop into your lap” kind. Nope. These are down-to-earth, gritty, get-your-hands-dirty goals—and I’m adding a little witchy ceremony to keep things interesting. Let’s dive into my 10 manifestations for 2025.
Step one: ink more skin, cry less about shaky lines, and figure out how to use a tattoo machine without looking like I’m defusing a bomb. Manifestation: become the go-to artist for clean, classic tattoos that don’t scream “first mistake in Vegas.”
I already know my sun, moon, and rising signs (obviously). But this year, I’m leveling up. By 2025, I want to be the friend who can casually ruin someone’s life with a single birth chart reading. Manifestation: turn my zodiac obsession into an art form—possibly literal art on bodies and canvases.
It’s time to stop shopping like I’m trying to stockpile for an apocalypse. This year, I’m focusing on using what I have. Manifestation: Marie Kondo my life without losing my edge (or my favorite boots).
You know what the world needs? More people blasting “Comfortably Numb” on a Tuesday afternoon. Manifestation: channel Pink Floyd vibes into everything I create. If you catch me painting or tattooing with “The Wall” as my soundtrack, don’t interrupt. I’m in the zone.
Every morning, I’ll sit my butt down, clear my head (or try), and stretch like I’m auditioning for a yoga cult. Manifestation: channel inner peace… or at least stop getting pissed off in traffic.
No more shaky camera footage that looks like it was filmed on a potato. This year, I’m all about cinematic vibes. Manifestation: moody, aesthetic videos that make my art and life look effortlessly cool (even if they’re not).
I’m ready to take my canvas game to the next level. Enamel on metal? Acrylic on canvas? Both, please. Manifestation: make art that’ll have people begging, “Take my money!”
Consistency is hard when you’re juggling a million things, but this year, the blog is getting the love it deserves. Manifestation: write posts that inspire, entertain, and maybe even convince people to embrace their weirdness.
This year, I’m all about sprinkling a little more flair into my life. Manifestation: bring back the art of delighting in the little things, one “oh la, la” at a time.
This year, I’m working on thinking before I snap. Manifestation: become the calm, collected person who doesn’t start fights with strangers over nonsense. (It’s a long shot, but hey, I’m manifesting.)
Here’s where it gets fun. Every morning, after my meditation and stretch (see #5), I perform a ceremony with my trusty metal burn bowl. Let me be clear: this isn’t some over-the-top spooky ritual. It’s me sitting in my living room, trying to tame my ADHD by focusing on things I get to light on fire. And honestly, it works.
Here’s how it goes:
By the end of the year, the last slip left is the one meant to be my focus. It’s a daily grounding ritual that reminds me I have big dreams and no time to waste. Sure, it might not be as iconic as Jimmy Carter’s peanut farming days or as flashy as carrying a Walmart Birkin bag, but hey, it works for me.
Resolutions may be bullshit, but intentional, badass goal-setting isn’t. So here’s to a year of creating, growing, and maybe, just maybe, becoming the kind of person who doesn’t immediately laugh at the phrase “New Year, New Me.” Cheers to 2025! Happy New Year 2025!
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