Twenty Twenty Four

I am almost frightened to share my reflections on the year.
This year was one of constant climbing.
It was one of intense isolation and pressure; the kind I presume precious gemstones undergo.

I fear, no matter how I speak my truth, it will be misheard by the only people whose understanding I crave.

How many times in my life have I moved on from a person or people?
How many times have I watched as people exiled me and moved on?
It’s not worth dwelling on, I think.

What is worth dwelling on is the good things.
No matter how temporary, I felt a lot of love this year.
I allowed myself to feel love.

This was very brave; the end of twenty twenty three was the lowest I have ever been.

I came out of that with my heart exposed,
Not because I wanted to lead with her,
But because I had no energy with which to guard her.

I fell directly into the arms of folks in the same position.
No matter what they think of me today,
I am grateful to have been held by them once upon a time.

Now I graciously hold myself, and my love, and my tiny cat.
My life is not as full as it will be in this coming year,
But I am full of love, regardless.

Happy New Year, everyone.
May this year bring love and new beginnings for us all.