what's on my mind #4

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Dear friend,

It’s been a while since I’ve written one of these. I would say life got in the way, but, really, life moved like it always does: to its own rhythm. The harvest festival has come and gone, and just as the season is turning in my city, it’s also turning in my life. 2022 was the year of input, in many ways. Steadily counting coins, filling up the piggy bank. Cleaning up after a lost love, sweeping up stray threads from severed ties. 2023 was the year of output, a year of harvest and abundance: a new house to make home, fresh love to feel emboldened by. Boundaries drawn with ink, not chalk. Two months in, it feels like 2024 is shaping up to be a fallow year: neither sowing nor reaping, but finding peace in the slow, steady rhythm of the days ahead.