Morning, ‘gators!
It’s The first Monday of 2026, which means many people are making plans and resolutions, picking themes and words, and gearing up to make this the BEST. YEAR. EVER.
Not me. I’m not people.
I don’t know about y’all, but my weird, little neurodivergent brain looks at goals and deadlines and goes “nope, not gonna do it!” I’m then left hating my brain, hating myself, and watching every single goal and deadline I set for myself go whizzing past while I eat potato chips in my pajamas and sob into a cup of tea.
Hell of a visual, ain’t it?
Right now, none of us need that added pressure. The world is on fire, reality gets stranger with every minute that passes, and we’re all just human (or Andromedan. Or whatever you happen to be, dear reader). I think it’s fair that we give ourselves a little bit of grace this year. Let’s just do the best we can and get through the shitshow without giving up on ourselves and each other, okay?
That’s my plan, anyway. A promise to myself to take it one step at a time, do what I can, and not worry over the rest. And really step up my author game since I have two books coming out this year.
I did mention that I write books, right?