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a recap of 2024
Dec. 31st, 2024 09:46 pmLast night's stream with Dusty was meant to be an overview of sorts of how 2024 was, both for us and anyone else who'd wanted to join in, and as I sat there struggling with what to even say, my finger hovering over my push-to-talk key, Dusty more or less summed it up with, "2024 was a Year."
And that's basically it.
That's 2024 in a nutshell: a Year. A roller coaster of a year at that, where I said, "I feel like it should still be June and here we are at the end of December."
The years go by too quick these days, and I could go into how time is fleeting and also completely made up by human beings who wanted to keep track of what happened, what's happening, and what will happen—but I won't. Let's not spend NYE having an existential crisis.
(Or, I mean, you could have one if you want, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do?)
What kind of year was 2024, outside of Dusty's one word answer? A whole bunch of fuckery is what. 50 different lifetimes lived, or at least that's what it felt like. At the end of 2023 I'd decided that 2024 was going to be the year I would be more "true to myself, my convictions, and my beliefs." But did I succeed in doing so, considering New Years Resolutions tend to fall by the wayside after two weeks? I'd say I did.
Let's go over the past year, shall we?
( Let's roll some film! )
2025's word will be "onward". I know I am going to stumble, I'm going to fall, I'm going to slip and lose my grip and trip. There will be times where I take 10 steps forward and 8 back and 12 forward and 3 back. Recovery and healing isn't a linear path. Grief isn't either. But I've made it *this far*, and most of the way by myself.
I don't have to climb mountains alone anymore.
❤
And that's basically it.
That's 2024 in a nutshell: a Year. A roller coaster of a year at that, where I said, "I feel like it should still be June and here we are at the end of December."
The years go by too quick these days, and I could go into how time is fleeting and also completely made up by human beings who wanted to keep track of what happened, what's happening, and what will happen—but I won't. Let's not spend NYE having an existential crisis.
(Or, I mean, you could have one if you want, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do?)
What kind of year was 2024, outside of Dusty's one word answer? A whole bunch of fuckery is what. 50 different lifetimes lived, or at least that's what it felt like. At the end of 2023 I'd decided that 2024 was going to be the year I would be more "true to myself, my convictions, and my beliefs." But did I succeed in doing so, considering New Years Resolutions tend to fall by the wayside after two weeks? I'd say I did.
Let's go over the past year, shall we?
( Let's roll some film! )
2025's word will be "onward". I know I am going to stumble, I'm going to fall, I'm going to slip and lose my grip and trip. There will be times where I take 10 steps forward and 8 back and 12 forward and 3 back. Recovery and healing isn't a linear path. Grief isn't either. But I've made it *this far*, and most of the way by myself.
I don't have to climb mountains alone anymore.
❤
