From the beginning to the end, this year has been dreamy. Soft dreams, fever dreams, stress dreams. A couple from the very end of the July to the very beginning of October were nightmares. A couple of them were dreams come true, but the realisation was lost on me because I spent so much time in the clouds. As a result I wasn't very present for the last half of the year.
But 2019 is the year I get grounded and finally acknowledge the wonderful things I've worked for, gained, earned, manifested this year. Because there are so many and my life has changed more than it's ever changed before - even I still don't feel it in myself yet. I haven't cried for myself in a long time, maybe it's time I started. In the best way possible.
Happy New Year.
