Gah! We are a quarter of a century into the new millennium and well… the general world is not in the best of places, but I am determined to make this year one of consequence. I want to be able to thumb through this year’s journal and planner archive and feel the pivot.
Some of that will come about because I am in a natural state of transition as I continue to adjust to life without an in-house kid. So the pivots and “new” are manifesting from the time, energy and space the shift is providing – new business, new projects, new rhythms. I am six (seven?) months in to this and digging the new make-things/do-things vibe that we are falling into together. I am reading again! I am picking up my camera again! Love this.
But also… this desire to make 2025 consequential is wrapped up in grief around my dad, because of course it is. He died a couple of months shy of his 50th and my inner “what’cha got to complain about” is in high gear as I approach my own 50th birthday in a week. From the moment I realized that he wouldn’t reach his, I dug down into my five year-old daydreams of turning a half-century old in the year 2025* inadvertently setting one of the only long-term “goals” I’ve ever really set on a personal level.
So 2025’s word is CELEBRATE ‘cause grief isn’t tidy or all tears. Happy 2025!
*I learned to count money at the age of five like most kids do in kindergarten and my brain loved that my birthday year (1975) correlated to a neat quarter mark. 25 in 2000, 50 in 2025, and I didn’t count past that (age-wise) ‘cause what five year-old can imagine being 75?
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