January 1, 2024

2023 ✨

You sure were a sweet and strange year. I started this year with the intention to be intentional. The word *intention* carried me through as I made decisions that broke me and picked me back up and put me back together in ways I couldn’t even imagine.

Here’s some kind of a recap. This year was unbelievably magical AND it was one of the most transitional and strange years of my own life to date.

I grew in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I practiced tenderness. And even more of that. Softness, and more of that, too.

I traveled and I said yes and I challenged my own preconceived notions of life more than I ever have before.

I grew.

I got really sick (twice actually) and I had to go to the hospital and my people-pleasing tendencies still told me to put on a nice face and be okay.

I was okay. More than okay. I’ve learned to rely on others even more. I’ve learned to trust myself more, too.

I’ve stepped into a deeper leadership role with women through leading circles and retreats and working 1-on-1 that makes my chest feel tender and bubbly when I think about it.

There are a zillion other moments that made this year beautiful, and plenty that made it tough too. This, as always, is a highlight reel.

And honestly? Here’s to us. All of us. We’re growing. We’re changing. Life is unpredictable. We can trust our deepest desires. We can trust.

My hope for this next year is that we all find more tenderness.

And on that note, the pagan new year actually starts in March. Rest, don’t be too hard on yourself, give yourself time to set intentions, don’t compare yourself to others (especially not on the internet), plant seeds for 2024, allow yourself to ease into this year like you’d ease into a luxurious bath. Buon anno, happy new year, you are amazing (just how you are 🫶)