In a weird hypothetical situation where I get to Heaven and they’re all like, “due to clerical error, we gotta have you relive one year on Earth before letting you in. You won’t change anything, just relive it. What year do you want to choose?”
I might have to go with 2023.
Rationally speaking, I’d want a year where all my kids are around, which really narrows it down to just the past two years, but that aside, I think my life has felt more complete and abundant throughout the course of this year than at any other point.
I’ve gotten to talk about climate on the TED stage, then play a dracula dad on an improv stage so I don’t take myself too seriously. I’ve gotten to drink chai in India and coffee in Ethiopia, while also loving domestic adventures like taking my daughter to a cat cafe. I’ve planned camping trips and bachelor parties and explainer videos and school lunches.
Last year was a year of chaotic good.
This year was all about balance and completeness.