last day being 27.

Another year on Earth, doing this human stuff.
I am entering year twenty-eight feeling so young and so old all at once. It feels like it’s been long as fuck…and yet I blinked and somehow I’m here.

All I know is that my past and present is all I am as I enter this new beginning.

This year has held so many great things, with me running my photography business and publishing two books. I am a great mom to two smart, kind, funny little beings. I am in a love-filled marriage. I’ve done vendor events selling my books, and open mic nights for my poetry. I’ve cleaned out and decorated all the rooms in my house, painted my bedroom, made a comfortable and safe place to live, and have just worked hard to create a home of love. I have made so many friends this year, which is weird, but I’ve also been blessed enough to have kept the majority of my old friends from childhood — hell, I even smoked a joint with my best friend from high school for the first time in four years when I went back to visit California, which was awesome. I’ve worked on communication, which is truly thriving in most areas of my life. I’m going to be an aunt, because my best friend/cousin is pregnant after so long — which isn’t my accomplishment to take, but feels like an accomplishment nonetheless. I also gained a nephew this past year from my brother.

Ugh.
So many good moments and things.

I’ve worked on myself so much.

I see so many flaws, but also so much growth and brilliance. I still believe in myself so much, even when my mind tries playing tricks on me. Even so, I'm not blind to some self edits I have yet to make.

I’ve taken the past week off of social media to go into twenty-eight with a pure and unclogged mind. I want to feel most like myself.

I painted, I cleaned, I went to a bonfire, I went thrifting. I did things that bring me joy, which I always try to do but just felt extra special because of how needed it was.

I am going kayaking tomorrow on my birthday, and I signed up for a yoga teacher program that I start on the 31st.

Admittedly, I haven’t been writing as much as usual and I really fucking need to. But I can feel everything returning, and time away is sometimes what’s needed to make things better.

I just want to be disciplined in life, but this is probably the most tired I’ve ever been — which makes discipline hard sometimes. Alternatively, this is probably the most disciplined I’ve realistically ever been. I’m doing really well in so many areas; I just know I still have some tweaking to get it just right.

Overall, though, I’m so proud of myself.

I am happy that this is where I’m at during this part of my life.
I am so fulfilled, abundant in most realms of this existence. I have so much to gain, but I know with my drive and my open mind I will succeed in all I wish to accomplish — as long as I get the time to do so.

I trust in God, in the Highest of High, and I trust in myself.

I am peace and love.

I feel peace and love.

And I am happy to leave this birth year having worked my ass off for this moment, to enjoy this moment.

I hope you’re apart of year 28.
I have a feeling it’s going to be my best yet.