Everything flows and nothing stays.
Heraclitus
Your Year of the Clear Room. This is the year your solitude stops being something you explain and becomes something you work from, openly, the way a craftsperson works from a bench that no one else touches. Something in February asks for the honest answer, and you give it, and the conversation that follows turns out to be the hinge the whole spring turns on. A relationship finds its real shape because you said the true thing instead of the comfortable one. There will be evenings you spend entirely alone and feel nothing like lonely. I love that about this year for you. The deep work you do in quiet hours builds toward something visible by autumn, something others recognize even if they can't name what went into it. You already know how to be in a room with yourself. Now let that be the strength it is.