New year, same me, more elevated.

The new me is really just the old me with better boundaries.

The turning of the new year is one of those moments that begs to be content, in my honest opinion. It is the perfect time to write something super spiritual and moving about closing one chapter and starting anew. It always seems like a refresh that I honestly look forward to. I like writing those posts, I like making that art, I like symbolism, and I like reminding people theres hope after midnight.

I have at least five drafts on my Substack right now where I tried to convey these sentiments in a way that felt right. But it seems I cannot unstring my thoughts from the places they've been pinned up in my mind throughout the year. This one was MASSIVE for me, not all together bad or good just BIG in the way of being a human being trying to figure it the fuck out.