2022: The Excavation
2022 excavated me.
It purged me, placed me under a microscope and scraped out parts that were rotting. It left me standing, naked, in front of myself, asking myself to pay attention to me, to take myself seriously, to stop and listen to what I have to say.
2022 has shown me the friendships and relationships that weren't working and got rid of them for me when I couldn't. It has shown me the patterns, habits and thoughts that keep me down and that no longer fit, and the memories of the past and how I've been looking at them that no longer fit either, that now feel too large, too scratchy, too not-me.
Today is the winter solstice, the last day of the old sun and the longest night of the year. Tomorrow the new sun will say hello and the days will start to become longer.
In a week, I turn 33 and the calendar turns 2023. A full year-long cycle ends, and another begins. The cycle of time continues, and we continue with it.
Today, I am both the same person I've been this full year, and a different version.
Today, I'm grateful for the excavation, for the darkness, for the light, and for the constant discovery of something new.