on 2025

Remember to shoulder check to see how far you’ve come.

Explored seven countries. Dove into countless sun salutations and tarot pulls. Slept in a room made of ice. Met my gurus. Made new friends. Witnessed the Arctic Aurora. Marvelled at fireflies. Celebrated fifteen years with Ry. Read books in the sunshine, in the dark.

Wore sequins, feathers, and SPF religiously. Cried at the state of the world, revelled in the size of the universe. Baby P turned ten. Danced with Stevie Nicks. Saw Madame X and Ophelia. Read letters on Privet Drive. Sparkled with the Eiffel Tower. Told my best girls I love them. Sung to my nephew. Threw themed parties just because. Lit the good candles.

Dropped my jaw at accurate psychics, widened my eyes in the face of free will. Reciprocated energy. Loosened my grip. Shed people and habits that didn’t serve me like old skin in the year of the snake. Meditated in the year of the hermit, guided by the light no matter how dark it seemed.

Thank you, 2025, you were magic.

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