One last look

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)