This year, I tried to live in a way that would make my 9-year-old self and my 90-year-old self proud.
I learned how to rollerskate again. Experimented artistically with paper cut illustrations and acrylic paint and polymer clay. Walked barefoot in the grass and sand. Jumped in the ocean. Followed my curiosity. Was more playful and silly and loose. Laughed at myself. Wrote poems and shared them with new friends on the beach. Got better at accepting that failing is part of learning. Remembered that practice makes progress, not perfect. I made decisions from my heart more. Fell in love. Opened up again. Became more embodied with dance, massage, breathwork.
For my 90-year-old self, I focused on legacy and longevity. I traded HIIT for long morning walks in nature. Prioritized rest and recovery both physically and mentally. Went on retreats. Found mentors. Scheduled uninterrupted time off so I could have the creative space to devote to art projects. Dove deep into healing and shadow work. Stopped trying to “fix” situations and instead, listen. Started writing and illustrating my first book- something that’s been a huge dream of mine for years. Intentionally chose friends and experiences over things. Realized community is the new currency.
This was the year of discovering, creating, and surrendering. And simultaneously remembering and returning home. Back to myself.
Here’s to another year. Of integration, wholeness, awe, and wonder.