*written in 2018, but feels weirdly relevant now. It’s been quite some time since I’ve written on here, but it’s also been quite a year. Personally, this year was a huge puzzle and words were the pieces. *Fair warning, this may not be super relatable to you, but I think I needed to write it. I’m realizing lately how weighty words are. Not just in their meaning, but physically. From an emotional standpoint, I’ve always been familiar with the weight and will that words hold and the ability they have to move and shake a heart. But it hasn’t been…
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Every single year, we are a slightly different version of ourselves. It’s like there is a constellation of experiences scattering and rebuilding us—altering us in some way. We stumble, we grow and we learn. If I learned one thing last year is that things can go from absolute shit to true magic. The end of 2016 was a strange one for me, filled with a haze of self-doubt and an anxiety that I can’t quite explain. I was a mess, that year was a mess. But I needed that mess because it culminated in an epiphany that has made 2017…