I recently saw a painting with scribbled words (my favorite manner of words): “tomorrow will be the same but not as this is”

(Upon further research: Colin McMahon was a New Zealand artist whose work often featured overlayed text <3)

And so

I wanted to type up an ode to 2023, just so I maybe one day look at this again and remember just how important this cycle might have been

But also,

Maybe it’s the least grand of them all and I just don’t know it yet

Cheers to all the past, present, future selves

xx

Thank you

Year of resourcefulness,

Year of death and rebirth; death of dreams and rebirth of moods each day, ordinary rebirths,

Year of me,

Year of truth-telling and home-seeking,

Year of integration of selves, year of layers coming together,

Year of wonderments,

Year of reducing redundancies,

Year of faulty memories,

Year of brain chemicals and body cycles,

Year of great change,

Year of expansion,

Year of release,

Year of fear, a seeing and releasing,

Year of yoga, finally,

Year of health and being well,

Year of thanking Goodness,

Year of boredom,

Year of contradictions, comfortably,

Year of easy boundaries,

Year of surprising myself,

for all you have gifted me. I will make you proud.