It’s the last day of 2023.
The time has come to sweep out the old, and bring in all the new. And I’m doing this by watching Barbie with my sweet, sweet girl. As I write this America is giving a speech about how she’s so very tired about turning herself into knots into being the perfect woman at all times. It’s not the first time I’ve watched it with her, but it is the first time I actually listened to the words and it hit really hard.
I’ve been saying for the last few weeks that in 2024 it will be a New Year, New Me.
I didn’t realise how much I needed that to be true until now.
No more worrying about being perfect for everyone except myself.
My wish for 2024?
That each and every single one of you find that happiness within yourself. I’m sure as heck going to be trying.