I’m not gonna lie, 2020 has been a rollercoaster of a year with highs so fucking high, and lows so obliterating low, that they rivalled my most epic bipolar episodes, and I would be remiss not to mention that over the last 300 or so days, I have thought about checking out early a few times, ‘tis the nature of this illness and the way of my brain, but I didn’t and I won’t, and that is the only thing I can guarantee you.
I have no idea where 2021 will take me, but I hope wherever I end up, I end up with all of you. Right now I am an actual world of uncertainties disguised as a girl, but I am also running on a full tank of love and a heart brimming with all of you, and I think that’s the ticket to a good ride on a hazy road.
Thank you all for your love and your support, thank you for sharing your life and your art with me, I wish you all peace and love, a world of good fortune, and health that outlives us all.
May 2021 suck far less than 2020, and may we come together again in the near future, sans Covid, sans masks, and without all the trappings of the last few years.
Be good to yourselves, your loved ones, and all of your neighbours; we are all in this mess together.
Merry Christmas, My Lovelies. I love you all.