At this moment in time, it's so evident to me that it is up to us. And that's something I can be truly grateful for this year. We have the power to do what's right. Just right where we are. And that was reason enough for me to celebrate another year here on earth.
Im not sure how I pulled it off, but I remember airport security confiscated my two bottles of Veuve before they unlocked (no, I'm not exaggerating) the air bridge door so that I could board the plane. I made the walk of shame all the way back to row 34 while still wearing my coconut-oil-soaked bikini.
I remember wishing I could somehow capture it all in one of those butterfly nets I’d had as a little girl; I’d cradle those gorgeous, delicate creatures between my palms and go running to whoever was near, dying to share the beauty I’d just taken prisoner.