Goodbye 2023!

It’s been nine months since I wanted this year to end. It’s finally here!

What The Funk was this year?

This tragicomedy called Life is a strange experience. This year felt like it was too long to be true. Where are the ups? Where is the end? What’s next?

Some wounds are still open. I can’t talk about that.

There are some wounds that need healing, and some need salt. That’s where writing more openly comes in handy. Whatever is happening to me, I observe first. How does it make me feel? Why do I feel like this? I write about it to get a different perspective and see if anything changes.

Sometimes it does. And sometimes time takes a good care of it.

The year 2023 was brutally honest with me.

So, that’s why I can’t complain. I worked my ass off without a salary.

The Good Stuff

I found friends — who will stay. I found peace inside me. I was working on my confidence and set sail to the next destination. I started to set up boundaries and was surprised that some people didn’t like me anymore. All good!

It’s good to sit down and think through the year.

When I close my eyes I see 2023 as a too strong storm on the sea. When I stay there, I realize all the pearls and shells the storm threw on me. And I had a bit of a joy when the sunshine came.

Thank you, for each and every one of you to support me with reading me or clapping me! Small actions count the most.

I wish all of you a nice, storm-free year!

Thank you for existing! Thank you for reading!

The Witty Witch