auld lang syne

 

I like even numbers and I like fives. It sounds odd, I know.

With that said, I thought 2025 was going to be a great year. I probably started it as I have many, many years - asleep. But if popping champagne and watching the clock strike twelve is required I will forever be at a loss. 

As you know, and I'm not alone I realize, for me and for several people close to me, 2025 was NOT a great year. It arguably could go down as the worst to date.

If I've learned anything this year, it is to let people be there for me. I wasn't great at it each of the 365 days, admittedly. But I was a lot better than any other of the ones that passed prior to 2025. So that's something.

I'm not really into resolutions. But if I'm making one, a promise for myself, it is to offer more grace to my body and mind on my bad days. When I'm tired, feeling sick, losing my hair, or just off, I will lean into the rest I need and the people who are here to offer comfort.

I'm sending wishes to everyone, especially several friends who are also living with cancer, for a gentle, memory-filled, more-good-days-than-bad year.

Cheers to whatever comes next...