Coffee in bed,
soft fluffy sheets.
Home made french toast,
90's music on repeat.
Heart warming conversations,
with friends and family from afar.
Present in the moment,
grateful for how things are.
Stepping into this next chapter,
my own personal new year.
Letting go of what doesn't serve me,
holding onto what's dear.
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