This has been quite a few weeks of reflecting on the best of this time last year. Not to be overly contemplative, but 2023 was a 12-month period that radically changed my life.

I chose to live on my own terms, and stepped into every day with as much courage as I could muster in the moment.

At the last stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, I was Amelia 2.0 and I’ve never been more proud of myself. I had an incredible supporting cast of rock-solid family, the most undeniable friends and the sweet return of romance and pleasure that continues to build still.

But at the center of all of that is me. My desires, my decisions, my unstoppable momentum towards a giant & gorgeous life that is unfolding everyday.

As we hurdle towards spring (my precious, new favorite!), I want to hold space for the Amelia I am in this very moment. No looking ahead, backwards or side-to-side. 

Today, I am simultaneously living in and on the verge of the miracle. How apropos for spring and the Easter season? I am planting seeds in winter’s final darkness, knowing that what will be reaped is sure to be wilder and more wonderful than I can imagine now.

What’s that saying in New York? Excelsior.

Happy Spring, my loves Xx