This year, I became so much more than I ever thought I could be. Even a tattoo artist. Thanks for all the marks you left on my skin. All the cups of coffee I shared with dear friends, all the words I finally wrote down, though long forgotten. Thank you for all the music, that kept playing in my head at all times. Thanks for reuniting me with old friends. Thanks for all the meditations. I am returning back home to myself.
Thanks for letting me grow. For making me grow. For being a friend. For helping others. For helping myself. For learning from myself. Thank you for 2018. It screwed me up a little bit, but I wouldn’t be here, if it weren’t for a rough year.
Thanks for the heartbreak, I know I still need to learn so much.
Thanks for reminding me what really matters.
Thanks for making me happy with myself as far as I can be for now
Thanks for making me who I am.
Thanks for healing me
Thanks for making me leave my comfort zone.