2024.
i’ve often been part of the party that eye rolls when people make a huge deal about the new year. it’s imaginary, the date and calendar is imaginary. what’s so phenomenally different about 12/31 11:59 PM as opposed to 12:00 AM on 1/1?
and yet, here I am, feeling awfully sentimental and even emotional considering the tremendous changes that 2024 brought. the most tremendous year of change and growth in all of my life. 2024 fundamentally transformed me. a process of exponential evolution that began in 2023 reached its pinnacle in 2024 — and yet how can I speak on what the peak truly is, what will this next year bring? the cliff and precipice I stand at the ledge of is imaginary, and yet it moves me to tears all the same.
2024 — the year I was broken into a million pieces, but rebuilt taller, stronger, somehow more whole than before.
2024 — the year I took the leap of faith and moved out, the beginning of the rest of my life.
2024 — the year I lost more than I could have anticipated, and yet gained more than I ever could have imagined.
2024 — the year I was set free.
What will 2025 bring?
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 