2024
At a personal level, I sucked the marrow clean out of this year. It wasn't a bombastic one in terms of achievements or milestones, but I lived the fuck out of it. I made a lot of broth and showed up hard for my friends who needed intensive care; I learned to work just as hard for my own joy. I stopped overthinking and instead followed the quiet certainty of my intuition to unlikely adventures and a new understanding of home. I reconnected with long-lost interests, powers, and homies. Gave Slack users the gift of Comic Sans. Drove a 60 ft long steel boat, ate a lot of fruits and crustaceans, caught most of the sunsets. I feel as ready as I could ask to be for the hot mess that will be 2025.