January, 2024
Hey guys, gals, and gays,
2023 was a fucken whirlwind. Who expected that?
But happy new year!
Going into it my head was in a couple different places. I had just turned 20, met a wonderful guy, and was as blonde as they come. I wrote and released my first ever print in 2023. I also got fired from a profession I've worked in for years. The year itself, in retrospect, was immensely bittersweet. But it truly taught me a lot. As I swiftly enter my 21st year of life, It hits me now more than ever that life is coming at you, and it's coming at you fast. Do I try to slow down, or live fast with it? At 21 the break lines have been cut by 18 year old you, and all those decisions you made and stuck with until 20, forcibly might I add, have really set in, along with their consequences by the start of 2024.
You see everything clearly now. What it all meant, what it all was for. It’s time for tunnel vision. Now that we're just a couple days into 2024, there are some things that I want to remind you of.
You cannot lose sight of what’s important just because of the obstacles that you will run into.
People are people and will let you down. Learn to forgive, but don't forget.
Put yourself out there. Fuck what anyone thinks.
CHASE THE BAG. Yes, you can be in love at the same time.
Learning to let go of the shit that held you back in 2023 will be your never-ending savior in 2024. There is such a thing as a good ending, we know that, but doesn't that mean that there can be a good beginning? I think I'm living it.
Recently, as we all know, I was fired from my 9-5 and it could not have been a bigger blessing in disguise. I feel like after losing my voice for so long, I may have finally found it, even in the thick of the cold weather wrapping itself around us as of late. Seasonal depression was my worst enemy, but since reaching rock bottom, I don't think I can go any lower.
When I was 18, I had this undismissable fuck it attitude towards anything that had to do with my future. I was with someone who couldn’t love me, especially when I couldn’t love myself, and didn’t believe in any of the things I was passionate about- not even my writing. It was when we broke up that I really started to hone into what made me happy. Now I’m 21, and all of that shit seems so far behind me. In 2024, It’s staying there.
What could that mean you ask, besides the fact that I was in an unhappy relationship at an all too young age? I don't know. Maybe age has nothing to do with it. Maybe you're never too young to experience heartbreak, or rock bottom, and there is nothing you can do to change your fate in the new year.
Or is there? In 2024, will we be in control?
2024, aka. - “Pg 1”
What will you write next?
xo, zo
