Happy New Year!

I'm writing tonight from the comfort of my bed; a candle burning, my space heater on full blast, tea and Tamiflu by my side. 2025 is over. And I for one am happy to see it go. But no matter how glad I am to be bringing in a New Year, I always feel a sense of melancholy when it actually happens. I can't help but feel like I'm running out of time. Time for what exactly? I'm not sure. But every year, it astonishes me how quickly time really does move. And the fact that this year we'll be saying, "2020 was 6 years ago", gives me chills.

But even with my anxieties about the fleeting nature of life, I'm still so excited for 2026. Something in the air feels good about it. That could be wishful thinking, or maybe it really is going to be a great year for us all. Both collectively and personally. I certainly hope so.

What are my plans for 2026? I'm not sure exactly. I want to love, and be loved. I want to be healthy and happy. I want to eat great food and see beautiful places. I want to cherish my time with my family, and make memories. I want to spend less time online and more time in real life. I want to eat more pancakes and wear colorful clothing. I want to live in gratitude for the gift of another day, another year.

If you've been around here for a while, I want to say thank you, and send a virtual hug of gratitude your way. Here's to 2026!

xo,

F.