As we close the book on 2024, I find myself in a moment of bittersweet reflection. It’s been a year that, in many ways, has tested my resolve and reshaped my priorities. We’ve been through a lot (you all know who you are)—together and apart. There have been moments that lit up our hearts and losses that darkened our days. This year has left empty spaces that I’ll always carry in my heart… to those I’ve lost, thank you for being a part of my life… for the memories and the lessons that will linger for a long time.

If anything, this year taught me the resilience I never knew I had. At times that meant suiting up and meeting every challenge head-on. Other times it meant getting out of bed, relaxing with strong coffee and pretending everything's fine until that last drop (seriously, kudos to me for that). I’ve learnt that it’s okay to not have all the answers. In fact, I’ve learnt that it’s fine to stare blankly at life and say, “Know what? Maybe tomorrow.”

Amid all these challenges there have also been moments of clarity. There have been flickers of hope in a stranger’s smile, a friend’s kind words, or even just a sweet memory that calms my heart when the world feels too chaotic. It’s not about gigantic triumphs, it’s the little victories, so celebrate even the tiniest ones.  And while some of those moments may have included fights with loved ones, ranting at inanimate objects or crying when trusts are broken, they were all part of the messy, beautiful experience of being human. Of being me.

As the new year draws closer, I want to make a pact with myself—no more stressing about the small stuff. Let’s dare to dream a little bigger. Let’s laugh a little louder. Let’s dance like nobody is watching (and if they are, charge them admission). Let’s be kinder to ourselves. Let’s embrace even the messy moments and remember that when we stumble, it’s proof that we’re moving forward. And we’re carrying forward the wisdom we’ve earned through our trials.

Next year I’m reigniting an old flame that’s been flickering for far too long—my writing.  It’s time to open up a new doc (and about a dozen distracting tabs) and breathe life back into my stories. Writing is not just a hobby, it’s a part of who I am. Writing is my chaos alongside all of the order. My therapist. My excuse to drink ridiculous amounts of coffee.

So, here’s to a 2025 filled with new prospects, fresh adventures, and hopefully fewer AI advancements that make us question our own intelligence. And to the story inside of me full of quirky characters and plot twists even I didn’t see coming. This year I’m setting my sights on typing those two glorious words— “The End.”

Thank you to all of you who have been a part of my journey this year. And to those I still have to meet in the new year, drop in for a chat… I don’t (usually) bite. May we grow stronger, love unconditionally and never lose the ability to find happiness in even the bizarre.

Happy New Year! Let’s hope it comes with fast WiFi and snacks.