This will always be the year...

that was.

Written in constellations of stars…

That I co-authored the biggest of books.

Visit tall trees inside of the woods…

To feel small.

On the brink of burn-out, the snow rekindled my love for the crisp white blank page.

Dreamt of nostalgic bolts of career highlights on a dark, cold empty stage.

When (nearly) everyone we loved left for we don’t know how long.

And I said to that old boss who bullied me (out loud in my head); see you got it wrong.

This will always be the year that we welcomed the boundless energy of a new puppy home.

Where chalky limelight became my glow-in-the dark magical wand

to make sure we ALL connect to the impossible as much as we can.

A reminder to make more space than ever to do the things that light us up.

Where I understood the true importance of filling my wellbeing cup.

2024 will be the year that I was moved to floods of tears three times in theatres North and South.

That I re-kindled friendships I thought had gone out.

The year my decisions were bold, my writing improved.

And lastly,

…more stories I every thought possible were told.

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What will you remember this year for?

I’d love to know?

Claire

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