definitely not an exhaustive photo dump of my year but here’s a small collection of memories and captures
this year was really really hard. with it came fulfillment, but there’s also a lot of pieces that fell down that i know i need to pick back up. i trust that even in our hardships, we are simply always where we are meant to be. resistance isn’t just about the systems, it’s about tapping into everything that’s already inside of you. it’s about change and overcoming, it’s about finding meaning in mundane, it’s about hugging your friends; it’s breaking the cycle in all aspects, and being grateful throughout it
i am really so eternally grateful for and scared of all the change that has taken place in this last little part of the year. i’ve been able to do many firsts—i went camping for the first time, i’m growing out a rat tail, i can call myself an aspiring sound tech, i write more frequently, i’ve been facing a lot of fears, and i’ve had the honour to cross paths with too many of you to mention ❤︎ ⋆˙⟡♡ ✿
for the first time in my life i see some sort of direction forward, upwards and onwards. i’ve already walked through so many doors i only ever hoped would be open! i never thought i would be capable of being part of everything i look up to. thank you to new homies i now have the pleasure of knowing and to old homies i’ve been able to grow closer to. the music scene has saved me time and time again, and this community is continuing to teach me how to take up space. for the first time i feel really heard and seen. there’s so much beauty in our resistance—it’s facing the hardships in order to cultivate what we harbour & are meant for. thank you to all of Houndstooth for changing my life, thank you to the ones who already know who they are. my drawn-out emotions to say, i never want to stop learning and i have the life i’m living to thank for it!! ★☆★☆
from a journal entry “[…]there’s lots of growing pains; trying to soak it in instead of worrying. lots of off days. but also lots of days i feel so much love i could burst. tried to write, and i feel like i could again[…]”