January 2, 2026

Welcome, 2026

I have resisted the urge for old year reflections over the last few days, and not because the old year is one that I would rather forget. On the contrary, I’ve had a really nice year in 2025, but perhaps what was nicest about it was how much I’d learned how to be present in the moment, instead of flinging myself into the unknown future that hasn’t arrived yet or desperately trying to hold onto the past. Or instead of trying to quantify my worth via lists of accomplishments, successes, experiences, etc. I am ever-learning that my own self-worth has nothing to do with any of that, and also that time is a river and life is easiest when I let it flow, instead of trying to hold it all. I’m facing forward instead of looking back, and welcoming whatever comes with curiosity, gratitude, humility, and wonder. Three-cheers for not being an anxiety-fuelled lunatic, could NOT recommend enough.

*Our one concession to old year reflections was once again partaking in my favourite New Year ritual, which is getting 2025 photos printed and working together to order them into an album. It really is the nicest thing.