In other words, 2025.
But you’ve probably heard it or seen it on social media (or agree personally with the assessment, unfortunately): 2025 was the worst. And as someone who spent more time trapped in the downs of 2025 rather than the ups, yeah. Facts.
First first, hi. It’s been a while. Welcome to a brand-new year. As torturous as 2025 was personally for me, it also had somewhere to be, apparently, and now here we are, dear reader. We’ve raced through a 365 to meet again. I’d love to tell you that you’ll hear from me more often this year, but let’s not play in each other’s faces, shall we? I’ll be here when I can, when life isn’t lifing, and when I can remember, sadly. But This Square Peg remains, and you, dear reader, are wholly appreciated for taking the time to stop by.
Back to the trash that was last year: I went through a lot. Health issues, anxiety, work stuff, family stuff, crying in my car, crying in conference rooms, crying on the couch…
But I will wax philosophical for a bit: none of these things are different from experiences from any other year, at least for me. Which is why, though 2025 was markedly trash-y, I can’t also say that it surpasses any other year I’ve had the blessing of seeing (🙏🏾) in terms of ugh-ness. (Except the year I lost my dear Dad. That year remains, without question, the very, very worst.)
I wonder if we say 2025 was terrible because it’s so fresh in our minds. Or, and perhaps you’ll agree with this: we all have our truths, and some years just rank high in basura. They just do. And for many of us, 2025 ranked pretty high.
A friend asked me if I set any goals for myself for 2026. Nope. I don’t do resolutions overall, but I tend to avoid even lofty personal goals, too. Before you call me a slacker (you’d be the very first HA), I just like to take things one day at a time. It’s a granular thing for me. Not a giant year. Just days. Taking days as they come, prayerfully making decisions, keeping things short term. It helps me keep things in perspective and to avoid wallowing in recovering perfectionist-y disappointment. But that’s me, dear reader.
So, 2026, here we are. I greet you with a we shall see.
Seriously, dear reader, I’m glad you’re here with me. Onwards and upwards. 👉🏾
This Square Peg. 