I always write before my birthday ends. 😅
I guess it has become a yearly thing.
But this year is the year of the dragon. 🐉
And I was born on the year of the dragon. And this is the third one in my lifetime.
So I write, as I eat some birthday cake. Haha. 🎂

Ahhh, it’s officially the end of another cycle.
And it feels quite nice to end some things.
Just so the many other convoluted things that have never been closed, will find a pretty semblance of some sort of endings tonight. 😌

I honestly did not know how this year would go.
But it’s always for the best, they say.
And it’s been surprisingly warm and cozy somehow.
I guess love does have a way of coming back in many, many weird and strange and crude forms.

Thank you, really, universe.

I eat my cake/s with love, and a hope that the next cycle will be more calm and paced and intentional.

No more chasing after hurricanes, nope.
Or well, maybe a little. Haha.
Whatever.

May the next cycle be full of love. And still full of silly things. 😌✨