Daisies, can you believe we’re celebrating 11 years of Daisybutter today? ELEVEN.
I can’t.
I’ve spent a lot of time ruminating over every minuscule detail of my life lately, and as I sit down to write this post, I can hand-on-heart say I’m glad I didn’t decide to leave this space. Perhaps it’s because it feels simultaneously like a journal and a community at the same time. I often write freely here as though nobody’s reading, and then there’s always a glimmer of excitement to return a few hours later to some conversation in the comments. Perhaps it’s because now more than ever it feels nice to look back at old posts and see the times where I really lived and had complex feelings and experiences. Of course now, we’re just still. Quietly waiting.
Last year I felt all over the place. The pandemic really brought on some kinda identity reckoning, and it’s taking me months to wade through it. But even as I click through the posts from each month, I can see the personal growth. And so, even though it may be embarrassing to have 11 years of thoughts swirling around on the Internet, I’m glad for this space. I’m glad I wrote to an audience of nobody for months and months, because now we’ve built the most wonderful community who share their own experiences and thoughts. Call me out when I’m wrong. Ask thoughtful questions. Are eager to learn but who are equally eager to rest and slow down a pinch.
In 2021, we’re going to soldier on in the way Daisybutter always has. Messily, freely, honestly, and with room to grow. I hope it’ll document the days and small moments that bring us to a future beyond the pandemic. I hope it’ll log all of the exciting achievements we’re making at & Chai. In 2021, I turn 30 which is almost unbearable to think about. Yet I’m excited to document it all and, one day, read between the lines and unpick what it meant to turn 30.
Here’s to 11 years of us, daisies!
