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2024, wrapped
As 2024 winds down, my body’s asked for rest, and that means no more classes for now. So it’s time for my year-ender. 2024…
A mood, a song, and a location under every title. Blogging like it's 2004.
Progress isn't always obvious. Sometimes it's messy, sometimes it's quiet.
As 2024 winds down, my body’s asked for rest, and that means no more classes for now. So it’s time for my year-ender. 2024…
Supportive does not equal nice.
I haven't checked my weight in years. It's helped me stay kinder to myself.
Funny how life ends up. Didn’t think I’d be here, at least not in any stretch of my imagination.

Does anyone really need to explain themselves to someone who's crossed their boundaries?