I’ve spent the past few weeks reflecting on 2023. Accomplishments, struggles, points of joy, rush of tears. And looking forward towards 2024. The precipice of new chances, new beginnings, possible endings, and the brink of the unknown.
There is a lot I’ve wanted to say. To write down. But I haven’t managed to put it all into adequate words.

So, instead- here’s my word for 2024
—> S P A C E <—

As in: making space in my life for new things. Clearing out clutter that weighs me down. Making space for new people, new opportunities, new feelings, new experiences.
As in: holding space for others. Meeting them where they are, without judgement. Accepting them as they are, without expectation.
As in: giving space to situations and circumstances, without anxiety.

2024 will not be “my year” or “the best year ever.” Like any other year or day, it will be a mixed bag. There will be causes to celebrate, heartbreak to endure, and love to give and receive.

Let us meet each new day with a replenished store of grace to offer others, joy for ourselves, and hope for our world.