I know I have earned it
But most days I don’t feel like I deserve this
To the victor go the spoils
Through this mortal coil
Oh, how the years have been so kind to me

I found the permanent place
Where the skies are gold, not grey
Where I can taste the salt on your skin
And feel the sunshine on my face
We’re gonna run
We’re gonna run, gonna run away from the day
We’re gonna run
Gonna run, gonna run away from the day

Finally free from the past
How long could a feeling like this last?
The road away from here
Is long and steep my dear
Oh, how the years have been so kind to me

Another year gone, but this one is a little different, I’m a little sad to see it go. I haven’t had many years that were kind to me. Growing up I had more bad years than good, and over the last few it hasn’t been great either. I spent a long time running away from time, but this year I decided to sit with it. I learned a lot, about love, about life, about grief. Usually I’m excited for the year to be over, and I am excited for 2025, but 2024 was good to me.

It’s a bit surreal that we’re entering 2025. I think as a kid you can’t wait to be a grown up, then you grow up and realize, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. As the years go on and I look at myself and my life, literally and figuratively. I get older, and slowly the lines begin to show up that weren’t there in previous years. Whether from stress or just aging I’m not really sure, but there’s something calming to me about it. It’s funny as an 18 year old when I was getting tattooed once or twice a week people would say what happens when you get old.

To be honest I never imagined growing old. Not as a kid, and not now. I always saw my 20’s, and I always saw my 30’s but beyond that I’ve never considered. I still don’t consider anything beyond the next 10 years. Maybe that’s pessimistic to think that way. Part of it is because for plenty of times in life I was ready to call it quits.

The other day, a friend who only became a friend through hard times asked me if I was sure I wanted to get my license to carry a gun. They also struggle with mental health and mentioned sometimes having that easy out is tempting. It was a weird thing to think about, but I’d never shoot myself, so it was easy to answer. I think moments like that are why I never considered the future beyond a certain time in life.

2025 is going to be a big year professionally. We will as a company be opening like 4 locations in the first quarter of the year, and who knows what after. I’ve started looking at houses again, and my goal is to find one that Presley would have loved. Plenty of sunshine, plenty of space, plenty of grass. I don’t even know that I’ll actually live in it, maybe I’ll just airbnb it, but I’d like to have one for a rainy day so to speak. I know that’s not really something people keep for a rainy day, but I have a big plan that I can’t share yet. Either way the house is an important part of it.

I also found out this year that some of my ancestors were from Newfoundland, Canada. So I’ve decided to plan a trip. As much as I’d like to keep Presley with me forever, it’s not fair to keep her spirit in a box, so I’m gonna spread her ashes on a beach in Newfoundland, and let her be free. it’s what she would want.

As of midnight tonight this website and all these writings will cease to exist. For a year and change most of you have listened to me blab, and I appreciate it. This is my 300th entry which is wild to think about. I’ll continue writing, but for me, and for a book not a blog.

Happy new year, I hope 2025 is everything you hope it to be. Be careful this evening. I’ll be asleep by 8pm so no one talk to me.

2025 is the year I find the permanent place, where the skies are gold not gray.

We’re gonna run.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

Jordan.