Bare in Locs and Words

2024.

What a year. A year pregnant with the realization and manifestation of my biggest and daring dreams. I sacrificed the summer days of 2024 in the hopes that the winter days of 2024 will be spent savouring the fruits of my efforts. Alas, as winter knocks impatiently on the doors of Southern Alberta, I know now more than ever that very few things are under my control. I might not savour this winter as I had planned but I am grateful for all the lessons learned thus far.

It is never over until it is OVER. Never. So, I spent the week smelling the air and soaking up the miracles of life all around me. The trees. The diverse people hustling and bustling. The giggles of children. My 1980s inspired leggings 🙂 . The frowns on faces reluctant to accept that we are in the last warm days of 2024 as the wind blows furiously inducing the dances of the autumn leaves.

The last warm days of the year. Oh, how I’ll miss you.