2025
year in 6 words
Open windows on a foggy morning.
Not how I had pictured it.
Sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse. 🫠
Did I get what I wanted?
Did I want what I wanted?
I want for nothing but time.
Time is my only real currency.
Many incredible trips, made interludes hard.
Went pro in packing a suitcase.
Worked too hard. Paid for it.
I quit my soul sucking job.
DWP actually not just a number.
Getting older accepting different lifestyle options.
Really fucked with sheet pan meals.
Been moving house for nine months.
Still just us. Still incandescently happy.
Still here. Where are the others?
I love you I miss you.
Old friends and new book clubs.
Glad some friendships can be recovered.
There’s more to life than brothers.
Don't let this madness define us.
Why not rage buy some denim?
I guess I will keep going.
Wait, who the fuck is Madeline?
Life was meaningless without Lucky Rigatoni.
Turned thirty and everyone wore yellow.
Impossibly busy with celebrations and reflections.
Friends, fun, twenty-six, grief, joy, haven.
Burdensome laughing-with-teeth semi-professional pandemonium liminal birdsong.
Annual deep winter brine witch phase.
Hops, barley, bacon, Maxie, tough, grateful
Danced through life’s storms, found sunshine.
World champion times two go ladies!
Happy on the tram to soccer.
Slowing down while still going fast.
Books, bachelorettes, Beyoncé, birthday, brides.
Weekly notification of shame: screen time.
Relearning to love old habits + hobbies.
The world I knew slipping away.
My world is bigger and smaller.
8 pounds, 9 oz posterior VBAC.
She is stronger than I knew.
My body: not just mine anymore.
Met my son, changed my life.
Met my son, so many poos.
Still in disbelief. I did that.
Welcome to the world, Charles Bell.
Welcome to the world Miles Spector.
Grandchildren, a beautiful kind of love.
I made a new friend, Charlie.
The magic that is toddler Marno. 🫶🏻
Frozen pizzas and sunflower butter sandwiches.
Seeing the world through new eyes.
Let others take care of me.
New faultlines on my cracked heart.
Counting steps: the data of recovery.
Counting seconds: the data of nursing.
Charlie. Jason. Lochie. Maybe Hopefully we’re soon?
What do I even say? WTF?
Up, down, down, DOWN, up? UP!
Modern medicine, defibrillators, family, naps, cake.
I love Joe, everything else sucked.
Hitched in Hope. Gone to Germany.
I married my best friend (literally).
Jumped off a cliff, had hope.
Either too much or not enough.
Learned to love what loves me.
Pittsburgh feels like home to me.
The slow, intentional reinvention of myself.
Coming back to myself, a homecoming.
Homes made out of human beings.
The new year definitely has potential.
Joy and belly laughter overflowing forever.
Has it always been 6 words?