And just like that, 2019 is over. It was a rough one, wasn’t it? Once again, I must repeat my repetitive spiel about the quickness of the year, how it rushed past every calendar like a river rapid, and how I wish to both relive and completely forget parts of the past 12 months that left me with conflicting emotions. In any sense, seasons greetings are in order as well as a much-deserved Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou! In the past couple of years, I tended to pile on a heavy dose of negative reflections about what happened around the world in that time period, but I’m going to stay away from that in my 2020 Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou celebratory statement (that’s what Twitter is for!). Anyone who hasn’t lived without technology or mass produced media in 2019 is familiar with the major news stories and the most notable episodes of injustice that occurred not only in America, but also around the globe. I’m sure we don’t need this little blog to rehash the same types of devastating news because that doesn’t do anybody any good. We can reflect on the suffering of others without wishing Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou to family and neighbors at the same time. For this New Years Day post, I’m celebrating all the ways I (and others like me) stayed alive when it would have been so much easier to give up. I want to remember the artists, musicians, and people who hadn’t had their potential or dreams realized before they left this planet. I’m raising a glass to all of the incarcerated people who left prison cells for the first time in decades and their families and other loved ones who never gave up on them. I want to remain in awe of the art I consumed this year, from Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood to Ex:Re’s solo album to the newly released Little Women. People are constantly suffering through injustices around the world and my New Year’s wish is to never forget them and get more involved in organizations/protest/new ways to spread the word! Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou! Here’s hoping for a 2020 that treats hope like a discipline!