Of all the things I can still speak on that left me bitter, disappointed, and even heartbroken, this year was not without its joys.

For every promising or deep connection lost, new ones came through that reminded me better opportunities are ahead.

For every declaration of ignorance against human rights, there were those ready to defend and expose those who chose hypocrisy.

For every attempt to speak outside my name or character, there were careful and bold defenses made to state I was the wrong one.

For every planned trip that lost its passion, the ones achieved still bring smiles at the memories tied to them.

And, vague as this appears, this is just a short list of the good that came out the bad. Sure, it’s likely no different from any other year. But I know how much of these helped clear out even more trauma bonds that I thought were either gone or arguably managed better.

I know the weight of each of the things that needed clearing. Some of which I’ll describe better once I find the right words for it. But the self-validation combined with encouragement from others is proof that I’m being rewarded for staying on the right path.

I can admit, and will advise that it’s not easy. Even after everything I’ve grown through, some things can cause triggers tied to things that require more emotional care and grace.

And despite the threats of turbulence, the growing can be fun and educational all at once. All we need to do is develop, and even remember those glimmers that bring us back to say how proud we should be of ourselves.

Not just for choosing ourselves over any selfish demands, but to making it this far in a world that has given many others reasons to consider, or succeed in leaving it before the blessings arrive.

So here’s to more hope and glimmers. More laughs and happy tears. More achievements and celebrations. More victories and reparations.

Most of all, more of us giving loved ones proof of life. Especially the loved one in the mirror.

Kingston Priest