Today is my birthday. Woo!

Each one is more and more bittersweet as time goes on. It's essentially a checkpoint in my life journey, and even though I've survived to this point, eventually I will succumb to the inexorable passage of time. And that's kind of a bummer.

But indeed, I have survived to this point! And there's reason to celebrate that.

I don't really have much to show for the year, beyond survival. I have taken the train to the pharmacy a few times, I go to the weed store regularly, and... that's about it. Sigh.

I suppose self-improvement goes in there? I guess that's a win. I was in therapy for most of the year, until my therapist moved away; now I'm in a hybrid group/individual IFS therapy program. I've also been getting regular adjustments to my mental health meds. I honestly feel better mentally than I have in awhile. Still sucks.

Also, it was late in the year, but I started doing a brief exercise session every morning, and that's feeling pretty good. Building some healthy routines.

I think my next year has a few goals:

• Hang out with friends and/or new people more often
• Become more comfortable with transit
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• More self-improvement (relevant SMART goals tbd): therapy, exercise, walking, etc
• Regain control over cannabis consumption

Will the next year be better than this one? Well, *gestures at the world*, probably not. For me, though? I hope so.