01/01/2024
I know it’s cliché, but I love New Years. I love the sense of hopefulness, the fresh start, setting goals. (I’m also that weirdo that loves Mondays, so it makes sense.)
2023 was hard; it was probably the hardest year of my life. Chronic illness, depression, and anxiety hit me harder than ever before, but I’m proud to still be here.
I’ve leaned on my therapist, learning to set boundaries; trusted in my friends to support me; and have been more grateful than ever to have Lilibet and Isabelle to call mine. (And obviously loved the magic of medicine—no shame in my prescription game.)
Instead of resolutions, I love picking a word for the year. For 2024, it’s: Intentional. I’m living life for me and ridding myself of things (and people, ngl) that don’t uplift me and support me and my goals.
Lil and I have several goals—and I thought I’d share them in the format I’ve seen floating around and have loved. I’ll keep you all updated on how these progress throughout the year—whether it’s going well or not, because we’re not here for any false sense of perfection.
I’m gonna end this way-too-long caption by saying thank you. So many of you, when it was really hard for me, reached out and were there with words of support. This community is the definition of small but mighty, and I love you all.
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(Also shout out to for the amazing bandana [and for being an amazing human].)