Head Held High

Wow, December again so soon?

Time always slips from my grasp, even though I find myself claiming I have so much of it. But it's December again, and soon I will be back, curled up in the living room armchair with a glass of Martinelli's, welcoming in the new year three hours early with the NYC ball drop.

But so much has happened for me to arrive there in that position again. The shell I had metaphorically shut myself into, my own prison, is now crumbled on the floor. This year I was like a chick in the midst of cracking open its shell. A struggle… then a breath of fresh air.

That fresh air was accompanied with the stress of growing up. The fear late at night that success is unobtainable. And even though some of my hopes of someone stumbling into my life were not fulfilled, I have learned to feel fulfilled with myself instead of searching for that satisfaction in others.

2025 was a good year for many things. Film. Books. Personal growth. My new-found love for K-Pop. I am hoping that 2026 will be even better. Best wishes.