Last year I realized fully that my joy was an act of moral resistance.
I'm excited to start another year where I get to keep practicing nurturing and returning to anything and anyone who brings me back to my heart. I will continue to fiercely protect whatever gives me joy, like a mother-f*cking wolf.
And for those of you who asked:
I celebrated my birthday at a korean spa where a 65 year old chinese woman wearing a black bikini and prickly baby blue mittens sang happy birthday to me while lightly punching my privates and tossing buckets of hot water at my head, I ate vegan mexican food, watched a movie about growing up in sacramento (lady bird was amazing), kissed my cajun boyfriend, hugged my canadian best friend and sang a Sikh prayer for a wiccan spell under the super moon.
Happy New Year, Goonies. I'm so happy you're my people.