When it comes to aspirations, it’s not about ideas. It’s about making ideas happen. What’s your next step?

In 2010, it was about dream making. In 2011, it was about sticking to my boundaries. In 2012, it was about being true. In 2013, it was about embracing fear. In 2014, it was sitting my butt down and writing. In 2016, it was about leading. In 2017, it was about persistence. In 2018, it was about seeing the big picture. In 2019, it was about moving on (on my own terms). In 2020, it was about valuing the things (and people) I love. In 2021, it was about deciding the next thing. In 2022, it was about execution. In 2023, it was about building the life that I want. In 2024, it was THE surgery.

Well, despite the entire year of bad things, it’s the LA house. Not technically mine. At all, really. But it’s complicated. But in terms of its emotional presence in my mind, it’s huge.

There are so many things in it—the business of life, there’s damage in it, there’s Chris’ memories all in it, the feeling of what was and what it could be. I didn’t know any of it.

I would rather let it go than to spend the time to extract the value in whatever way possible.

I was asked whether I had the patience. Maybe initially. But now it’s like…I see the time that we had, the time not to actually have this lingering around. Can it just go?

But it’s complicated. It’s woven in the relationships and the words that aren’t spoke. It’s woven and deeply stuck in the worlds that we are. What will this be like next year? Hopefully progressing if not done.