For the final day of 2024,
the air feels different,
doesn’t it?

maybe it’s just me,
but i’m inspired about closing the chapter on a year like this one.
was 2024 a dumpster fire?
was it a garbage bag filled with shit that was set on fire?
was it cleaning your Foxhole out,
only to be stood up?
was it meeting the wolf of your dreams for him to be a pu$$y azz bitch?

absolutely,
but here we are.
we are standing on this year’s ashes with a hint of optimism creeping in,
whether we admit it or not.
so,
how am i going to end this year?…

No “good luck” rituals or no over-the-top resolutions for a start.

just cleaning out the baggage,
both literal and emotional.
the truth is that 2024 dragged many of us through hell.
maybe the silver lining is that there’s nowhere left to go but up.
2025 doesn’t have to be a knight in shining fur:

It just needs to be better company than what we had.

as the clock is ticking,
i’m going to think about what i have survived,
accomplished,
and let the rest go.

Tomorrow’s a new start to a brand new season we get to write,
direct,
and star in.

quiet on set.