2025
My annual reflection of the year.
In 2025, I entered a new decade of life. I became a professional writer, like writer is now officially in my bio. I watched my best friends get married and cried the happiest of tears for them. I adopted another cat who is certifiably insane and has broken more ceramic items in my apartment than I knew possible. I heard my youngest nephew say my name for the first time. I ran a half marathon and while running that half marathon I texted my sister-in-law how awful it was. I took a spontaneous trip to Paris with my mom. I swam in the Seine and felt like a giddy little girl. I hosted my friends at Ballerina Farm for a perfect birthday weekend. I flew to St. Louis with my nephews and laughed until my stomach hurt when they both had a breakdown as we landed. I worked at lululemon and probably spent more at the athliesure store than I made. I wrote a lot, like so much. I saw Beyoncé for the fourth time and fell even more in love with her. I went to the US Open again and decided it’s an annual trip. I watched ER for the first time. I was on Armchair Expert! Like I was interviewed by Dax Shepherd and Monica Cadman! I broke up with my therapist and felt totally fine about it. I was on an Instagram dating show, went on two dates from that dating show, and cried about it. I became a red carpet correspondent and met a ton of stars, most notably Sarah Jessica Parker. I stood in line at Radio Bakery more than a dozen times and tried all of their treats. I threw up at Coney Island. I drank at the same bar as Trevor Noah. I traveled to Buffalo, went to a Bills game, and was completely enamored by a blimp. I won a razor scooter in a White Elephant. I wore my purple cowboy boots countless times. I bought an Oura ring and that ring told me in the back half of the year I napped 37 times. I went to prom. I walked in the snow with my mom. I read 25 books and ran 260 miles. I bet on myself and it worked out. I leaned into boundaries and steadiness and comfort. And I got really cozy.
2026, you’re up next.
For those catching up….
2024
In 2024, I finally felt like the real me. I gained a new nephew, Declan. I wore a heart monitor for ten days only to learn my heart is perfectly healthy and my anxiety manifests physically. I was tattooed by my favorite artist and got an other matching tattoo with my best friend. I celebrated Galentine’s Day twice. I spent two weeks in Paris and Madrid …
2023
In 2023, I finally did not move apartments. I solo traveled to Lisbon and Paris and London, and was rejuvenated by very full alone time. I dyed my hair red and reminded my friends that changing hairstyles is actually really fun. I became an aunt to an incredible little boy named Charlie. I spent a lot of time with my family. I went on a trip to Philadel…
2022
In 2022, I moved to Brooklyn. I traveled to Seattle and Croatia and the Netherlands and Ireland, and knew I needed to see even more of this world. I got bangs and assured friends that getting them didn’t mean I was mentally unstable. I started a newsletter and wrote essays every week. I found out I was going to be an aunt to a little boy. I met new frie…







