While it felt like I should be lamenting all that was 2025, in looking back at what my year was like as I wrote the year in review, I found that there was actually quite little to complain about – nothing that merits mention when taken in consideration with more important matters. And so, rather than whisk the year away (because who knows how absolutely awful 2026 might be) I’m pausing and taking my own advice to appreciate what is at hand in the present moment, and to allow my own headspace to be in complete control of its reaction and the narrative it chooses to write for the future.
The weight of snow on evergreen branches will always be more than the weight of the tree’s history – a striking and simple illustration of how nature doesn’t let the past move it as much as the present. The snow, ice and wind of the current day will always be the biggest battle – not what came before or what might come tomorrow. That’s the proper way to end the year.
