You thought this would discourage me? No. Not this time.

I envisioned myself as a little cherub - pudgy cheeks, pigtails, big smile, but when I walked past my reflection, I was an adult, with a sullen look, dressed in black.

In 2018, I found the confidence to find my voice, set boundaries, and get uncomfortable. I will continue to develop this in 2019.

Homemade Strawberry Jam

I left the session with hope; a hope that still burns within me.

My love-tequila-as-tequila-loves-to-play-me emotion began to initiate a civil war between my brain and my heart.

And it’s not until now, that I write all these words…to realize that she and I are, a lot, the same.

The ice, so loud, as I stood at the sink stifled by the deafening silence when I just want to gently drown in the sun of the promised land.

She’s like a broken jar of honey.