I speak like I browse. Curious, layered, unfolding. We miss each other in conversation all the time. I just want you to stay with me.

We hold on to parts of our lives that are no longer alive, branches that have broken off, seasons that have passed.

I've been thinking a lot about 2025 and what I want it to feel like. Not just another year, but the year I finally get out of my head.

I've learned something along the way, our thoughts, words, and actions create our reality.

I didn't want to share my shame of being hopeful on social media. There is no filter for that level of letdown.