There’s so much to think about this time of year. Endings, beginnings. The start, the end. The old, the new. What’s behind, what’s yet to come.

As someone who spent most of my life unknowingly obsessed with not the present, but constantly looking forward or ruminating about the past, I’m right in my comfort zone. I’m climbing out of it, I am. But it is so so comfortable to simultaneously think back on 2025 while also looking forward to what 2026 could be.

And anyway, it’s what we do this time of year, isn’t it?

This time of year the sun doesn’t rise until 9:01 am. As it was coming up this morning, the view out my living room window was incredible. I’ll try and describe it since I didn’t take a photo.

Picture the snow so deeply yet brightly white it was almost glowing. The sky was a dark, deep, velvety blue. Winter is so beautiful and serene.