Happy 2025

What a year it’s been.

Happy New Year. I decided this year to let January be an in-between month, not 2024, not 2025. I needed a buffer. I wanted to hold on to a little more Christmas spirit and celebrate my birthday without making too many New Year, New Bullshit lists. 

This year, I am not choosing a word of the year. I’ve picked a word to help guide my goals each year since 2018, but this year, I’m just not feeling it, so I’m not picking one. I want to try and go with the flow a little more because if the last two and a half years have taught me anything, my plans are cute, but life is gonna do what it does, and sometimes those well-laid plans will end up in the rearview. 

This year, I want to be open to whatever comes along. I want to try and be less pessimistic. I want to use the things I’ve learned from prior years’ words. I want to keep things simple when I can and begin thriving again. I want to find joy in connection because right now, community is the only thing that will get us through the dumpster fire that is America in 2025. I want to rest and be cozy. I want to bake more and use soft lighting. I want to have friends over just because. I want to float in our pool and go to the beach to be by water as much as possible.

It’s going to be a wild ride this year, friends. Hold on tight to each other, and we’ll make it through.

Happy 2025!