This was the first year that I haven’t been anxious to greet. Not that I’m sad or upset that you are here, I just wasn’t in a big yank to get here. For me, 2025 wasn’t really all that bad.

It was a year of growth, of discovery, of learning. 2025 didn’t really suck.

I did a lot of things with your last year, your 2025. I spent a lot of time getting to know me. Not the me that I was told I was supposed to be, not the mask and facade that I was taught to wear, but me.

I spent most of 2025 unbecoming.

I cried.

I raged.

I mourned.

Everything I thought I was supposed to be, I released, I wasn’t. And I didn’t need to be. I was just fine the way I was.

I sat in my car one morning crying, no, hyperventilating-crying because I wanted to know when I would be out from under the thumb of “not enough”.

Gotta tell you, getting out of that ef’ing parking lot during rush hour traffic sucked. But I went to word. I cried there, too.

Yeah, last year was a lot.

And, I found my people!

I went to my first SCA event. Pennsic War.

Yeah, deep end. A lot.

I’ve been to a few more events since. I’ve made calendar events as reminders that, yes, I want to go to XYZ meetings.

If you haven’t checked it out, and have any interest in medieval stuff, check it out!

I think that’s good for now?

Be excellent, 2026.

Let’s kick some ass!