This year I don’t have some epic travel photo to share, or a nice candid photo of me and a big group of friends laughing and smiling together. It seems fitting to share a photo of me in bed. A place I became very familiar with this year.
I took meetings and work calls here.
I cried, and stared at the ceiling, and hid under the covers (I’m a cancer, so when I do this @thestephanojonas always says “come out of your shell, little crab!”)
I rested. I ate ice cream and watched nature documentaries. I read books here and wrote poetry here.
I laid in the arms of my lover here. We had hard conversations and triggered each other, and then held hands and breathed through it here.
2020 was an unexpected, beautifully chaotic mess. I had my highest highs and my lowest lows.