Hi 2023

I always have a cautious optimism about a new year; 2023 is no different. There are things happening this year that have always seemed far on the horizon. And now here we are. Days into the year that will be a monumental one in my life, as if they all aren’t. 

In 2022, I laughed until I cried and cried until I couldn’t possibly take another breath. I grew up a little more and watched the people I love get a little older. And as I look back, I don’t think there’s anything I would’ve done differently. 

Actually, that’s a lie. I regret not going out with Kaden one night in Barcelona because I was too tired. I should’ve rallied. (Sorry Kaden.) 

I loved 2022, the people I met, the places I went, and the person I became. I know 2023 will be full of the same. Things happened in 2022 that I couldn’t of predicted. Some of the most important people in my life were strangers at this time last year. And while the unknown that comes with a new year sends my inner control freak spiraling, I know that I can’t predict the good things that will come into my life this year. And that’s an oddly comforting feeling. I ate my black eyed peas and cabbage on New Year’s Day, so I’m certain good things will come. 

As I’ve said before, I’m a person with a plan, and 2023 is the first time I have a big blank space ahead of me. But! Things are slowly falling into place, like they always do. I’ll share the details when I know them myself. 

And despite the unknown of the new year, some things will never change. I’ll celebrate another birthday and travel and learn; I’ll love and laugh and cry. I’m content that the new year will bring me the same old feelings I always feel. And I’m excited that I don’t know what’s in store or where the feelings will come from. 

Happy New Year. I hope it brings you love and sadness and everything in between. Because that’s life! And we’re lucky to live it.