Nothing I’m sharing will be considered profound, except the fact that I’m sharing my personal thoughts in a public space. Good things can only come when you start the year in a Jane Birkin-worthy faux fur and a brand new home, right? That’s how I rang in 2017: with a giant coat, a tiny bodysuit, and cheap pineapple-flavored vodka (which was not by choice). In hindsight, the Smirnoff was probably a bad omen—and probably an indication of all the hiccups that would later come to haunt me (figurative, not literal)—but aside from that, 2017 was big. Full. Momentous. A year that started off slow and steady—stagnant at times, even—but would close with a bang. I had the pleasure of meeting, working with, and appearing on air with Martha Stewart. But it’s remembering the months of work going into the launch that made the magnitude of its success all the sweeter: the weekends spent working, the nights I worked late, the 12-hour days. All made worth it to bask in the privilege of one of the most successful, self-made women in the world. I imagine that she’s where she is today for her tenacity and unapologetic sense of self—two of many qualities…