2026: Embrace and Devote

2025 was a YEAR. After being furloughed, I wrote more than I had in a long time, anchored by my theme of fun and freedom. That season has passed. 2026 is here: and it’s the year of embrace and devotion.

There’s a particular strangeness to this time in my life in middle age that no one really prepared me for. It isn’t about getting older so much as realizing you no longer fit where you once did and you aren’t entirely sure where you fit now.

You realize you’re no longer interested in being impressive. You want to be honest. You want your time back. You want your body to feel like home again, even as it changes.

There is grief in this season. But there is also relief. Relief in no longer chasing relevance. Relief in realizing you don’t need to be understood by everyone.

And maybe that’s the devotion of this season. Not to youth or momentum or approval, but to the life you’re actually living. To your body as it is. To your work as it evolves. To your relationships as they deepen or fall away.

In 2026, I choose devotion over distraction. I embrace the ordinary and extraordinary of my life—my family, my work, my changing body, my creativity—and I live it now, without delay.

A reminder that if you were born in the 80s, raised in the 90s and made it to 2026... You've lived thru 5 different decades, 2 centuries, 2 different millennia and you're not even 50 yet.

And if nothing else, let it be known: my eyebrows survived the ’90s too.

Happy new year!