Goodbye 2025, Hello 2026 🖤

Hello My Freaky Darlings,

Well. Here we are again.

Another year rattling its chains on the way out, dragging behind it a mess of half-finished plans, hard lessons, strange joys, and the quiet stubborn fact that we're still standing.

2025 wasn't neat. It wasn't polite. It didn't tie itself up with a bow.

It was a year of stops and starts. Of momentum followed by snail's pace. Of ideas that burned bright, fizzled out, then came back wearing a different coat. A year of learning (again) that progress rarely moves in straight lines and almost never asks permission.

There were good things, though. Real things.

Moments of making. Moments of connection. Moments where the fog lifted just enough to remind me why I do this at all.

And there were other moments too. The quiet ones. The heavy ones. The ones that don't photograph well and don't belong on highlight reels. They count as well. Maybe more so.

So I'm not saying goodbye to 2025 with fireworks and forced optimism. I'm giving it a nod. A thanks where it's earned. A firm setting-down of what no longer needs to be carried forward.

As for 2026?

I'm not asking for it to be perfect.

I'm not demanding constant productivity, relentless joy, or some mythical "best year ever".

I'm asking for:

• More making than hiding

• More honesty than hustle

• More devotion to the weird, the unfinished, the half-wild ideas that won't leave me alone

I'm stepping into the new year with ink-stained hands, crooked plans, and a quiet determination to keep showing up - even when it's messy, even when it's slow.

If you're reading this, thank you for being here.

For lurking, watching, reading, supporting, or simply existing somewhere on the same strange frequency.

Here's to 2026.

May it be bold where it needs to be, gentle where it must be, and just a little bit feral around the edges.

Much Love and Blessed Be

Emily xxx

Life is a work in progress. I am a work in progress.