Famous End of Year Post

I'm sure you've figured out by now, there's nothing famous about my post. Except it's famously late. It's been over a month since I wrote last. That just felt like an admittance in a confessional. Whew! Glad I got that off my chest.

You may be wondering about now if I'm stalling...yes! You are absolutely right. There's so much pressure to write something profound but I've got nothing. May as well stay in my lane and write about something I know. Something current.

Voila! I've got it. I rolled out of bed about an hour ago and drug myself to the bathroom. Actually, that's not like me. I'm a fairly happy go lucky person in the morning. Or more like a machine. Once I'm up I'm moving swiftly from one routine task to the next. Anyway, I fed the upstairs pets, administered pills and vitamins to everyone (myself included) when all of the sudden I noticed a tinge of sadness. Like something dark was lurking in my psyche waiting to descend.

As I scuttled down the stairs and around the warm kitchen filling pet bowls, the feeling grew. In fact, it felt like something drained out of my gut. Not literally of course, but spiritually something socked it to my soul. Trying to ignore its presence and its enormous pull on me, I filled a cup with filtered water from the fridge and emptied it into my coffeemaker's tank.

With every click of a second, my soul tightened like an angry fist and my face drooped heavy with the desire to cry. It took all I had to stuff the pod in the maker and press the 8 oz. button. I held my face steady refusing to cry when I didn't know what I was sad about. The sound of the coffee pouring and smell of the grounds being pressured by water distracted but didn't delight me like normal. What the heck was wrong with me?

I shuffled to the fridge and grabbed the fancy creamer to top off my black coffee to the brim. By this time, I'm thinking of the new year and my soul is being flanked by emotion and drained like a coffee pod. That was it. As I forced myself back up the stairs I thought about the correlation of my sadness and 2026. I was going to lose something and I knew it.

Folks, I wish I could say Happy New Year 2026 but that experience changed me. I want to say instead:

May you drill down and find the strength you need to outrun every trial.

The comfort you need to survive any losses.

The friends you need to hold your hand through every catastrophe.

The family you need to remind you of your relevance.

And the coffee you need to make you feel normal in the middle of it all!

If you felt this post, drop me a line and let me know you're out there. I do absolutely wish YOU and ME the best year possible no matter what sharks circle us :-)