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This New Year was not that resolute.

It was something softer than that. Cozy even.

Daniel and I spent the last hours of 2023 with dear friends listening to early 2000’s hip hop, playing board games, and praying we didn’t collectively fall asleep during Mario Party. It was a mish mash of good people doing good things in a sort of holy hygge, that I am so very here for.

I spent my 20’s thinking I would forever be that tortured artist, spinning poems like spiders webs across the great expanse of the internet. Turns out that in my 30’s I’m a tired mom who can’t walk when she sneezes because she’s in the middle of restoring her pelvic floor, oh, and she sometimes writes things.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.