2024 was the year I: Came out to my parents, named myself, went under the knife twice, divorced (and then separately got my heart smashed into bits), wrote a full length musical, moved into my Single Girl apartment, started talking to my mother again (twice, let’s hope it sticks), saw everything on Broadway, tried oysters on the advice of Susan Sarandon, got my bellybutton pierced, became (?) bisexual, and spent an hour caught in the rain with five strangers in the middle of the Brooklyn bridge.