Write a goodbye letter to 2024.

…or don’t, I’m not the boss of you

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Write a goodbye letter to 2024.

Oh look. I didn’t want to write on the prompt I wrote only seven days ago. Instead I wrote a note to myself. A short note in a new journal. One made of recycled pages.

The note says:

Dear Wake,

You are on the cusp of something.

A new year

A new chapter

Right now

Anything is possible

But nothing is certain

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Wake

(There are some crossed out words because I didn’t want it to be perfect, and couldn’t find the perfect way to end it anyway…because the future is a work in progress, and so am I)

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I am writing this from a very hot bath at 9:10pm Atlantic Standard Time on December 30th, 2024. Which means my friends in the UK are sleeping (probably), and my friends on the west coast are just finishing work (maybe)…and I’m post my last work day of 2024.

December 30th was…

A strange day.

Our current house guest (a wondrous 2 year old human artist who is like an older brother to my youngest, and best friend to my eldest, and a person with whom I spent nearly every day with at Curious & Kind from June 2022-July 2023) wanted to accompany me to work today…like old times. We used to work together at the shop/community space I used to run.

We are both autistic humans. We both share a penchant for kindness and helping people, and I feel honoured that they have joined our family as a chosen member.

This morning began with us, both exhausted, and trying to get out of the house for 9am.

My Monday job is about 49 minutes away, but it always seems to take longer than that to get there.

And this time it was even more difficult. The fog was like driving through clouds.

…and we literally got lost in it. A turn I’ve taken every Monday since January…it never appeared, and all of a sudden we were one town too far and messaging my poor boss that we were going to be nearly an hour late.

…and there was a spider in my hair and on my hat. All the way there. For an hour and a half.

So naturally I was distracted. Because I love spiders and I wanted to make sure I got it safely to a new home without it being squished or lost in my car.

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For real.

Fog and spider.

What portents for the day.

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Only a few days ago I did a reading with one of my new oracle decks ( that I fell in love with immediately; it’s called The Little Witch Oracle) and it was a spread meant to help give me clarity on my life and an obstacle and what will help me overcome it.

What I like about doing readings is that they help me sort through my feelings about things. It’s a whimsical way for me to process. The reading has been weirdly too accurate.

As I laid out the cards my dog was barking. The first card was a dog.

I comforted her and she calmed. The second card a healer, holding a dog.

I am searching for a building in which to put my future book shop, and the obstacle card was The Fortress.

I am hoping to build the book shop as a place of refuge. For me, and those who need a place to belong.

Card four. The rainy day. Today it rained. ALL DAY.

It was a reminder to take a break.

Which I am doing. I have a vacation planned. A trip back to my heart home. Alone. Unencumbered by the expectations of others. I am doing what I want to do…and am required to do no laundry, feed no other humans than myself, and indulge in gathering with the creative peoples I adore.

Card five. THE SPIDER. Not joking.

A reminder to do the work. That Curious & Kind Books, a community space and bookstore isn’t going to build itself. It will take countless hours and commitment and a belief that I can, and am capable of doing what I dream. That all the skills I gathered over my 45 years on earth have all led up to this moment. But dreams don’t happen without the doing.

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I feel absurdly grateful to have people in my life right now who believe in me, who love me, who offer me comfort, support, and who let me love them. Who let me return their comfort.

Because this space I’m building. It’s not just for me. It’s for us. For the wunderkin, the self proclaimed weirdos, the queer tender-hearts, the gentle creatives, the ones who’ve always been just a bit adjacent, or outside because they’ve cared too much, loved learning and been admonished by their peers…their hearts are too big, their dreams too bright.

But not for this space. You’re exactly the right amount.

And I know it won’t be for everyone. I’m okay with that. But I’m hoping you’ll find your way there. To the iridescent shimmering space that only asks you to be…you.

Oh!

and when I got to the space today, I found the spider on my hat and gently relocated it to its new home.

I hope your December 31st is what you’d like it to be, and that your entering the new year, whether it be calm or excitedly, quiet our loud…that you know I’m here, excited that your in the world being…you.

Heart,

Wake