Almost 9 pm.
I am here. I am home.
2019 was all about finding home, in many ways.
2019 was long, and hard, so, so hard.
But I would dare say call it triumphant.
It was hard but living good.
I found a trauma specialist and an art therapist.
I delved into the wonderful world of using art to understand complex emotions and get in touch with myself.
I found out the core reason behind my career confusion.
I spoke up about my trauma openly like never before.
I stood up for myself against abuse.
I took more space than I ever though I deserved to take, and made my voice heard.
I, for the first time, am recognizing my worthiness, and acting upon it.
So 2020 does seem like a clean slate, a new canvas, an exciting road waiting to be taken.
Restarting life.
Dis-assembling how I view my contribution to the world, paint a new picture of how I would like to live my days.
Never thought I'd be here, but here I am.
And as scared as I am, there's no other way to go but forward.
