For me at least, for you it might have already happened. 2022, like a lot of my recent years, has been kind of a roller-coaster of good and bad for me, and for the world at large I've watched a lot of things go very very bad.
I made it this far, at least. I can take pride in that—I'm still learning, I'm pushing forward in my career and my writing, and I'm gonna keep pushing no matter what.
I lost a lot of friends this year, which to be honest, despite how much that's happened to me lately, it hasn't gotten any easier. We're walking away from them on two feet, learning what we can. I still hold grudges, I can't bring myself to wish them well, but I can at least ensure those grudges I'm still clinging to won't slow me down.
I have no clue what 2023 will bring into my life, but the friends and found family I have will surely brighten it, and I could not be more grateful for the communities I'm a part of or the loved ones I've found in them. No matter what happens, we're still here, and we're still dreaming of brighter worlds and better people.