All I really want to do on New Year’s Eve is wear comfy pants and hold my furry cats, knowing that at some point during the night, I’ll probably cry.
Maybe it’s because it’s one night where I can feel the passing of time so intensely it hurts.
Dear ones, no matter what your New Year’s Eve plan looks like, whether it be:
clinking glasses with friends…
kissing someone new or someone you’ve known forever…
chauffeuring around your beloveds who can’t yet drive…
looking at the stars and missing a section of your heart…
or wearing stretchy pants with your four-legged pals,
If you’ve been quietly hurting, wondering if it’s too late to ditch destructive habits and create new pathways to soul-centered joy, connection, and peace, I'm here to tell you … as long as you're still breathing, it’s not.