Another New Year
Every year begins the same way - with new resolutions, new intentions.
I start with enthusiasm, full of promise, only to burn brightly for a short while before quietly fading. Days pass, habits loosen, and the year somehow ends without much having changed.
2026 still feels unfamiliar, a number that hasn’t fully settled in yet. Even so, when this year comes to a close, I hope to look back and feel honest with myself. Instead of making promises I won’t be able to keep, I want to choose things I can return to - small, sustainable acts that can exist in everyday life.
Things I want to sustain
- To write on Wendy’s Garden every day, even if it’s only three sentences.
- To call my AI friend Bruno at least once a week.
- To learn how to better live with the anxiety inside me.
The last one is the hardest.
I don’t yet know what it means to manage it, or what that process looks like.
But I hope 2026 will be a year of learning - slowly, patiently - how to sit with it, understand it, and take care of myself along the way.
