One word for the year ahead.
Some things I liked in 2022:
“Fuck wisdom. Just get in there, and don’t be afraid to get your hands bloody.” Brute Force by Summer Brennan.
Hell's Grannies by Monty Python. How perfect is Eric Idle?
Anderson Cooper's candour in All There Is. The episode, Sadness Isn't An Enemy, deals with his brother's suicide. It's about the process of grief and how our greatest sorrows can serve others. It reminds me of a saying that hangs in rooms where I've found comfort and hope — You are no longer alone.
Poet Desiree McKenzie wore a suit the colour of a hot pink bougainvillea when she opened for Rupi Kaur at Massey Hall in December. Here she is: Hey Dad. Hands up, Toronto!
This is my messy today playlist. It reminds me of my teenage bedroom, and I'm shy about sharing it. Finding the music for today is a big joy. I still want to find a story to fit John Cougar Mellencamp's Pink Houses and The Who's Eminence Front.
I took a photo of the level crossing at Geary and Bartlett Avenues every morning I've worked since June. It's one of the last things I see before I put on my chef jacket. A reminder of how grateful and how small I am. This is 6:56 a.m. on Friday, December 16.
My social media is tilted toward the arts. It brings me so much pleasure. I know you see it because enough of you tell me how much you enjoy my Instagram Stories. Here are a few of my favourite accounts from this year.
2023 marks a decade of writing. I can clearly see the investment. Telling some of the stories has been like kintsugi for my life — pouring gold into the cracks.
I want to see a more significant return this year. During the holidays I've been writing fiction. It's fun and there's a learning curve. I'm treating it like an adventure, outcome unknown.
Can’t you see
I gotta be me
Just like this
I gotta be me
Baby hit or miss
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