I'm in Lake Placid and it's 67 minutes until 2026. 67!!! I think everyone is a little shocked at how long that meme has lasted. Could the great meme reset happen?
Okay, so this is prolly gonna be the last thing I write this year. It won't be the best. Uhh, 2025 was a good year. Probably the best one. It feels a little disingenuous right now given what I'm going through but it's impossible to deny that a lot has happened. I showed myself that I can do a lot. I made it through a semester of university. I made friends. I ruined someone's life and made someone else's. Is that what makes a year? The more that happens, the better? It sounds wrong, but it feels right.
I've proven to myself a little of what I could do, and it still felt pretty easy. I need to, for once, really channel myself into something hard. I'll probably get a job, which is a good first step. But for anything to really count for 2026 I can't have predicted it today.
And ultimately it doesn't really matter. Years are just trips around the sun, and if I were Chinese, the new year wouldn't be for another month. But it's nice to be given a time to, at the very least, reflect and make a few empty promises. Happy new year.