Maybe it’s time to let go. To move on. To pick myself up again, even though I don’t even know where to begin in that process. This last year has been a year full of unexpected, the new, the downright most confusing year of my entire life. Heavy, but real. This is the year where I learned what the word furlough meant through a friend and a week later I was just that, furloughed myself. This is the year where I learned that life can be more simple, but telling yourself that and constantly living that may take some convincing. This is the year that I got my first pair of Doc Martens (am I a real New Yorker yet?). This is the year where mundane became walking down the beach instead of standing ankle deep in white snow that covers the sidewalk on my way to the subway during the winter months. This is the year I made those life long friends. The ones I dreamed about having for so long is a city full of a thousand people. This is the year of change I didn’t want to go through, but didn’t have the option of not going through it. As time stands still now I reflect on all this year has brought. I am in the midst of being refined. I don’t yet know for what purpose yet, but if it’s one thing I know for sure I know that this year, this time, was not all for nothing. The loss of my job, the gain of time with my family, the gain of new friends, the loss of time worrying, the gain of new places explored. I don’t know if I want to let go of this past year, but in a sense I have to. In order to let time progress, in order for what’s next to move in. I will always remember who I was this past year and use all the up’s and down’s of the year to help me become a better version of myself.

For such a time as this.

xoxo,
Tay