2018

Thank you for 2018.
Thank you, mum and dad, for being understanding when wanted to be a lawyer, then an SLP, then a teacher, then a lawyer again, then a basket weaver, then a basketball coach, then a cat farmer.
Thank you, my friends, for sticking with me through a year of enormous change and for creating such beautiful new memories.
Thank you, to the new friends I’ve found, especially those in the writing community, who have been so supportive of my writing and so inspirational with their own work.
Thank you to the various communities of poetry and writing for accepting me like a new family.
Thank you to the works of art, movies, books, music, poems, and performances of this year, for reminding me again and again of the beautiful things in this dystopian hellscape.
Thank you to the very nice professor who let me move into her basement this year in order to write some questionable poetry.
Thank you to myself. For finishing a degree this year when it was looking bleak for a minute there. For taking a year off to work, and to rhyme, and to go a full month without writing an essay on feminist criticism in literature.
Thank you for 2018. ⭐
Love, Breanna