If I knew last year where I would end up this year, I wouldn’t change anything.
My yearly reflection, I find that the most monumental change I underwent this year is that now I believe it on the basis of myself instead of marked with a boy-shaped asterisk.
I wonder if this contentment, this lack of regret, is enough. I wonder if it will stay as I transition back into the workforce, back into routine and responsibility.
And I wonder about the English boy. After a messy week, we have reneged on our breakup—for better or for worse—and I wonder: if he is not an asterisk, if I’ve outgrown the need to have someone to complete me, how do you decide when a relationship is enough?
But while I am worrying too much, for the first time in a long time, I also feel like I have a pretty good grasp on this upcoming year.
I don’t know exactly where to go from here, but I have high hopes for twenty-six.