We say it every year. And yet, every year, we mean it differently.
From day one, you know he's leaving.
And somehow, that doesn't make the days smaller.

We did a brunch recently.
Nothing planned, nothing booked weeks in advance. Someone suggested a place, a few texts went out and suddenly there were four of us around a table that was definitely meant for just two.

I had a completely free afternoon last week.
No calls. No follow-ups. Nothing due.
I sat down, felt the quiet, and lasted four minutes before I opened my phone.

Something I'd planned on for weeks didn't work out recently.
Weeks of planning, follow-ups, late nights running process and work-arounds in my head, convincing myself it was going to work.
It didn't.

If someone had told me that the calmest I would feel at the start of 2026 would be in the middle of crowds, chants, horns, footsteps and endless movement… I would’ve laughed.