A quick note to the new year
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Hello, 2026. I’d love to embrace you with clear eyes and an open heart and mind, but your predecessor was such a viciously hateful, miserable, 365-day disaster that I have my doubts. Not for you my best intentions, resolutions or affirmations, healthy eating and regular workouts, accepting attitude. No. I’m furious and putting you on notice. I don’t have the time, patience, or resilience for any of the antics/atrocities 2025 played on all of us. You need to convene with the rest of the universe and get your shit together. I mean it. A rational, functioning government with a cogent, rational leader is not a big ask.
If that’s too much for you, then I’m opting out and reverting to a year I actually enjoyed. I haven’t chosen one yet, but it will be any year where the president’s constant presence and name wasn’t polluting my brain space. And I had great hair. And the rights we fought for.
You’ve been warned.
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 that is all
I totally get this and feel so much of it- daily! That said, there is still joy to be found and acts of kindness, generosity, and selflessness occurring every day. We’ll have to remind each other. Don’t let him rob of you of that!