Taking Inventory

It's 3pm on a Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn.
If you had told me a year ago that I'd be living in Brooklyn,
I might have laughed.
Honestly,
it's hard to say for certain
because me a year ago
feels like a completely different person.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
It's also my brother's birthday.
Everyone raise a glass to that amazing young man.
I'm 26 years old. Single.
No prospects in sight.
It's better this way.
And I have no solid plans for the evening.
But I'm ready for 2019.
2018 feels like a big year.
A shit year.
A year where a lot of shit went down.
So I'm taking inventory.
Inventory is a big part of my job now.
Inevitably,
there is loss.
But every once in a while,
I find something I never realized I had.

Friends.
Lost.
Gained.
Rediscovered.

Family.
Challenged.
Cherished.
Prevailed.

Career.
Paused.
Recalibrated.
Embarked.


Personal.
Upended.
Achieved.
Relocated.

Thank you, 2018.
Next.