EnShanté

I brought the new year in bleeding and uncomfortable on a bed in the hallway of an emergency room’s triage. As I sat there for an hour, unclaimed and out in the open, trying to will a doctor to me, I kept wondering if the chaos of the night — slicing my finger (it wasn’t as bad as it initially looked) and dodging rats as I power-walked to the E.R. in the pouring rain — was an indication of how 2025 would be for me. 

I don’t know what to expect from 2025 but I do know this: I’ll be okay. Ever since Boo Boo died, I’ve become obsessed with tracking things and just… feeling in control. Last year, I kept telling myself that even though life is unpredictable, it’s okay to try to foresee potential timelines and prepare for what could happen. Y’all, I have seen the future and I’m here to let you know that we are not Doctor Strange. LOL You’re never going to have all of the answers and you’re never going to be prepared for every unexpected occurrence. Shit. Just. Happens. That’s it and that’s all it’s ever going to be.

While I don’t appreciate my New Year’s Eve plans being derailed, I’m happy they were. I’m happy that, on the cusp of the first day of the new year, the universe was like: “Hey, girl, remember things don’t always go according to your plan.” I’m also happy because it reminded me that I have all of the tools that I need to survive and achieve my wild dreams. Instead of wondering what 2025 has in store for me, I’m now wondering if 2025 is ready for me. 😉

Happy New Year! P.S. Why was I sitting exactly like the person in the art for this article about navigating the E.R. by The New York Times? 🤣