If 2019 was the year of talking the talk (learning, growing, maturing), 2020 was the year of walking the walk (dating! scary!).

I get on the plane and suffer through a 15-hour flight from wherever the hell I lived all the way to North Bay (LOL).

Some people think coffee is comforting. Or red wine. Couldn't be me... yuck. If you're in need of comfort, get hygge with it!

I've lived through FOUR different decades, two different centuries and two different millennia... and I'm not even 26...

Does any of it need to be the end-all-be-all of your life? Is it always really that serious? I don't think it needs to be.

This isn't as bleak as it sounds. We want better, so of course we expect better.

tldr; 2020 was the worst, but despite everything I did so so much!

If you're like me, you're lucky to have learned in your teens that it's more than ok to cut out the toxic people in your life.