Ode to 2015.
A recap, if you will.
I turned 33. My favorite number.
I knew it would be a good year.
Turns out, it would be a fantastic year.
I Traveled. A lot.
I snuck in a So Cal vacay with the bestie in the midst of
transition. So good for the soul.
Did a little Brazier camping in Central Cali, my original
stomping grounds.
To Washington with the boy to celebrate the love of
two beautiful friends. Got wedding fever.
Fulfilled a childhood dream of going to New York.
Fulfilled
an adulthood dream of ordering a cosmo at an NYC bar. (Yes.)
And experienced the Horton’s on their own turf, in all their
magical, chaotic glory. Love.
Rounded out the year with a girls trip to Vegas. Pure
happiness.
I let myself be. (So much freedom in being myself.)
Experimented with finding a healthier lifestyle.
Vegetarian, Vegan, a little bacon, and lots of green
smoothies.
Created a new yoga space and really dived in. Sweet, sweet
space.
I wrote a ton more and people actually paid me for it!
Obsessed over Harry Bosch (thank you Michael Connelly) and
Anne Lamott.
I celebrated love. So much love.
Watched one of my absolute favorites get married in her own
backyard. Tears of ridiculous joy.
The boy and I moved out of the Healing House and made a home
in a little house on the lake.
Our home. Our place. Ours.
Celebrated three years with the love of my life.
And finally traded in my boyfriend for a fiancé.
What. A. Year.
Overwhelming gratitude. (Namaste)
