It’s that time again. Usually give myself a tarot reading to mark the end of the year, and my good friend Death showed up again. Feels fitting. So much is ending and ending and ending all around us. People are generally afraid of the Death card, but really it’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s a reminder that things end and sometimes we should let things die. Here’s to us being brave enough to let things die in 2022, and here’s to us being wise enough to not drag the corpses into 2023. I was going to post pictures from highlights of my year, but screw that, this has been the best/worst year of my life and I’ve already been obnoxiously humble bragging all year long and I’m done with that 🫠 Instead I’m going to end the year with vibes from some random pictures and screengrabs I found in my camera roll from this year. So grateful for the unfathomable amount of goodness that has flowed in my direction this year, but also so happy that 2022 is finally over. Good luck out there my friends.