In celebration of the strike finally ending and in an attempt to manifest that the path forward will be filled with more magic than I could hope to carry, I present: pictures from an alternate timeline and one of the best days of my life that have been hiding in my phone for too long
I think about St. Clarity playing in the car as we were leaving this weekend in November and cry sometimes. To love and be loved the way that I am sure is something.
This year I went on two round trip plane rides, shot a movie, came out to my dad, watched some amazing tv, ate some even better food, loved, was loved, broke and then rebuilt myself in therapy, learned to stay grounded and whimsical at the same time, and loved and laughed and loved some more because how to be loved was I think the biggest lesson I learned this year. Leaving 25’ standing (metaphorically) taller, dreaming bigger, and loving/being loved louder and louder and louder. 💛
