At the top of the year, I’d said to someone that moving into 2018 felt spiritually very much like it was the closing of one chapter of my life and the beginning of another. For whatever reason, my spirit was perceiving 2018 as a brand new door. I did not know what that feeling actually was, but I was about to find out.
It feels like the end of 2017 brought with it a closure of the last decade. I no longer feel the weight of my "bad decisions" or any of the other negative feelings I'd been carrying around for so long. 2018 feels and smells like freedom to me. It's about new beginnings, opportunity, relationships, choices, and balance.
Most importantly, 2018 is going to be a year of turning my survival tools into thriving tools.
I think Hugh Hefner died, and the impenetrable force field that had been protecting creepy men everywhere died, too. Suddenly it became clear that we were no longer going to sit in silence and allow ourselves to be treated badly. We were telling our stories and naming our oppressors. We were helping each other build businesses. We were speaking out against violence and sexual misconduct. We were checking the line, erasing it and drawing new ones. We were giving voices to the voiceless, and hope to the hopeless. We were roaring into the void, and because we were finally being heard, the universe was making crooked places straight. Right now, somewhere in hell, the devil is shitting his pants.