2024 was one for the books.
“It was the best of times."
I want it to be over.
Mixed bag - celebrations tempered by losses.
Felt equal parts joy and grief.
Tragic then magical, that’s baseball baby.
Unsettled, capricious, complicated, dysfunctional, untethered, lost.
Rekindled love amid stress and adventure.
Found it hard to be present.
Ran away: to Paris, to Anchorage.
I wish they’d leave me alone.
Throw me off a bridge please.
Change I didn't want but needed.
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Home is not always a place.
Beeston Bump Beaver moon sea shimmer.
Caught always between here and there.
Aberdeen. Augusta. Pinehurst. Oxford. New Zealand.
Campervan travels, bikes, hills and cafes.
Returned from Rome convalesced, unlike Keats.
Did you pack the bear spray?
Total immersion in language and love.
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Root Beer Float Root Beer Floats.
The house white and sleepless nights.
Met an unwelcome roommate in Paris.
Only Yellow Trinkets in the Building.
Your balance sheet does not balance.
Learned Apple dance in three days.
The year we became Margo’s parents.
Rode the emotional rollercoaster with Kaylor.
Bright red fridge changed my life.
Goal! We celebrated J’s first birhtday.
When did skinny jeans become uncool?
Summer earworm: that’s that me espresso.
Look, the moon! And you do.
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What does ‘friendship’ mean to you?
I love my friends so much.
Kissed my workcrush seven years later.
Traveling in the name of friendship.
Then & Now: remembering myself again.
I married my best friend, Gary.
My friends pulled me through it.
Trees, poems, neighbors. Promise of charades.
Friendship is the shit of life.
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I fell flat on my face.
2024: a Joe Btpsplk ubiquitous downer.
Aperol got me through this year.
Escaped periodically from this heavy feeling. ❤️
2024 was about the in between.
I am very sick of overcoming.
Knocked down and got back up.
Cut open. Rearranged. Left better. Whole.
America broke my heart in November.
I have no idea what happened.
Who’s afraid of little old me?
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Welcoming in the year of yes.
Following intuition. Nurturing day and night.
Finally called myself a photographer (almost).
Attempted looking inward, often focused outward.
Life got a whole lot sweeter.
I learned to love myself again.