Another year is here, and as thankful as I am — I’ve also been very indifferent about… well a lot of things. It’s a strange place to be, while also feeling content in a lot of ways. Maybe it’s just being content… a feeling I’m not so familiar with. Nonetheless, 34 was embraced with all the things each year brings, some good, some bad.

In addition to feeling indifferent yet content, I’m feeling a little extra sappy this year. As much as I understand the seasons of life, watching the seasons of friendship and family in life change for good… or bad… brings a lot of sadness with this change, especially as the milestones of life once celebrated together come around and those people are no longer there. Part of me totally understands why and is okay with it, and the other part of me just aches for the simpler days. Contrary to all of that, I understood at a young age that I am who I am for who I’ve loved, even if those loves ended in heartbreak and I now understand that to be true beyond high school boyfriends.

Within the last few weeks, I’ve been personally attacked by ones once close and hated for who I am, even though I don’t have those same feelings back. In the last half-decade, I’ve been ignored and written off, because… I honestly have no clue at this point… but within those times both long and short I’ve grown a lot, worked a lot of myself, and work to hold true to myself while also being cognizant of those I care about, even when that same respect isn’t paid back in return.

In happier news, year 35 is still looking bright. It was welcomed in with bubbles, sweets, and dancing in our kitchen (which is always something I dreamed of happening). We have a handful of trips planned, my business seems to be growing, memories will be made with the ones who matter most, and I’m looking forward to many long days of laughter, bubbles, music, dance parties, days spent outdoors, more growth, inevitable tears, and many more things I could only dream of.

Here’s to 35 and a blessed 34! 🥂