This was one of the most complex years of my life to reflect on, because it was so full of paradoxes and contradictions.
I’m proud of my creative work. A bit disappointed in my modest travels.
From personal experiences to pop culture, grief seemed like a recurring motif.
But two of the people I love most in the world just showed up towards the end of it in the form of newborn twins.
Big losses. New life. Beautiful moments. Frustrating roadblocks.
All while sort of being trapped in some liminal space of not-quite-lockdown but not exactly an open road, either.
Maybe that’s what getting older and more mature looks like. The years are less black-and-white, good-or-bad and all a symphony of contrasts. Or, maybe, 2021 really was just a wild card.
Either way, I’m thankful for it- both the parts that arrived with absolute clarity and the parts that won’t make sense for years, if ever.
And I’m so thankful to have you as a part of it.
