Last night, on the eve of my personal new year, I sat on the beach, watched the sunset and cried fat hot tears of gratitude over my sunburned face. This morning I woke up, went to that same spot right before sunrise and journaled about all the things this last year of life has taught me. I wrote down my favorite memories from each month, I wrote down the dreams of my grandmother and the accomplishments of my mother at this same age. I thought deeply about who I thought I was, who I believed I would be and then sat there with the peace of who I am now before entering meditation. I’m thankful. I am free. I am everywhere I wanted to be and nowhere near where I thought I needed to be. What a blessing. This new year of life, I want to lean into all of who I am without shame. Without apologizing for the emotions or the rough edges. Without weighing the words of others heavier than the truths of myself. Without carrying the rage this world depends on from women. I want to have fun, baby! And I want the same for you. To everyone who has loved me at any point of my life through different versions of myself - thank you! Cheers to another year. 📸: @sheripinto