good riddance to bad rubbish
So, 2025. Not at all sorry to see it go. as far as things go, the bad outweighed the good by several orders of magnitude. Stress and anxiety galore, in near-constant fight-or-flight mode since January, never knowing what terrible thing was going to happen next. I made a few neat things and saw a few more, but overall, it was largely about just getting through it.
I survived it, and I guess that’s something, but it doesn’t feel like it. I’m expecting 2026 to be its own particular kind of shitty, in entirely different ways; it’s a pretty safe bet. Being wrong is not uncommon with me, but I honestly don’t think I am this time.
So, in the spirit of one of the best lines in a tv show I really enjoyed this year, here’s my message for the universe as we bring things to a close:
