First full year of 30 almost complete In short, last year was a lot. I cried harder at multiple points than I have in a long while. But the blessing in those moments - apart from knowing that my meds are finally working, lol - is the amount of art I created and the recognition that I only experienced heartache because I let myself be honest, vulnerable, and open. It’s pretty crazy where your mind and emotions can run to once you finally accept them and let them be known. And on the flip side, I felt a new sense of self assurance this year I think from - again, meds - being able to say “I’m 30.” GOODBYE 20’S. YOU SHANT BE MISSED. I had two readings of two different plays of mine, I wrote probably 10 songs, I wrote probably 20 poems, and, after years in comedies and musicals, I finally got to be in a drama which is something my acting major brain and heart was so hungry for. Here’s to another year of music, poetry, and plays. Whatever heartache is waiting in the wings, I hope I can look it in the eye again, and write all about what it looks like.