For Auld Lang Syne

Happy New Year.

I hope 2026 finds you happy, healthy, and making plans of epic proportion. There’s that word again, woven through everything this time of year—hope. I still believe in hope, but I’ve learned it carries more weight when tethered to something sturdier than the calendar. Not to a date we agree to celebrate together, but to memory, choice, and the deeper work of participation. This is the first year I intend to meet with intention. It’s taken a long time to get here.

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