F*ck resolutions.

This has been an extremely difficult year for almost everyone I know and everyone I have spoken to, myself included. On one hand, this was a great year in many ways but it was also the most challenging year. Sometimes, with great change comes great grief.

So this year, I’m saying fuck the resolutions. This year was a resolution in and of itself. We gained clarity (sometimes the hard way), we learned who we are, we learned how tough we are. We saw the reality of this world. We grieved the reality of this world. We saw people for who they are, true colors were revealed, evil stared us in the face as the world sat by and watched. We were betrayed, deeply afraid, sick to our stomachs, in survival mode, in a panic. I know I was.

So, I don’t have a resolution. This year consisted of the answers I didn’t necessarily want, but needed. So, if you’re feeling like you didn’t “accomplish” anything this year, I’m here to prove you wrong. I’ve been struggling to write my monthly newsletters but this one felt very important. I’ve spent the entire week constructing a list of things that you deserve to be proud of, even when you think it doesn’t “count”.