It’s actually been a decent year.
Keeping myself alive with a smile.
It’s like slouching towards groundhog day.
I’m on holiday in the mountains.
New: house, job, baby. Same: love.
My boot is made for walkin’.
From fire, a Jenna hath risen.
I think I know what follows.
Found some lightness from unexpected places.
Waiting waiting travel fun disaster waiting.
Yelling lyrics to vinyls, pure bliss.
It was Twenty and twenty one.
Gardening, knitting, solitude, cooking, Indie walks.
Big summer, fun colleagues, gym, Hinge.
I have greatly enjoyed my achievements.
Home birth in someone else’s home.
The summer of love + breakthrough infections.
Readjust, rearrange, recalculate, recenter, rediscover, reset.
Same same but also so different.
To the heavens from the sea.
Life’s crazy, mama’s made a baby.
Global warming but Xmas is warm.
Untethered, rudderless, drifting, shifting, new normal?
Bought a house. It was expensive.
Bought a house. Cried a lot.
Stuff happens—like it or not.
Riley taught me love—no strings attached.
We got married. And got Covid.
Ole, no longer at the wheel.
High point: Kelsey & Andrew were wed.
Love, care, passing, recovery, peace, hope.
Connected by technology, miss tactile exchanges (hugs).
The year of the (pause) Eban.
New York roots but still everywhere.
I felt distinctly young and fun.
My son astonishes me each day.
Painfully challenging with glimpses of joy.
A big pile of horse poop.
Golden: Birthday, Ghosted, Travel, Marriages, Vineyards.
Mainly shit with some nice bits.
Where you lead, I will follow.
Had a rootin’ tootin’ good time.
For sale: wedding dress, never worn.
Moments stretched on and on and on.
Never not waiting for a PCR.
The shit show must go on.
Beautiful Clique Wedding and Engagement SZN.
Mountaintop engagement on a clear morning.
I remember it all too well.
Time together is time well spent.
Covid still a huge fucking bummer.
Broke me open, I felt everything.
Dare I say…the best yet?