07/01/2026
A little late to the party. I didn’t feel like I had anything particularly authentic or meaningful to say at New Year, and I didn’t feel the need to perform or be seen for the sake of it.
December was an interesting and fairly intense month. After an amazing trip to Egypt to celebrate a friend’s wedding, I tried to stay present with family and, somewhere in the middle of it all, I took on the role of Santa Claus at a local garden centre to connect with the inner child ( or Inner Santa) Heart warming and challenging in equal measure. Reviews were mostly positive — “fantastic, albeit a little bit skinny” being a personal highlight.
I didn’t really feel like honouring the New Year. I’ve realised the real new year begins in spring, when the light returns and life starts to move outward again. 🌱
Winter was once a quieter, inward-facing part of the year, until Julius Caesar had other ideas and introduced January, named after Janus the Roman god of thresholds and transitions, depicted with two faces: one looking back to reflect on what has been, and one looking forward toward what is yet to come.
So here we are, asking bodies to push, strive and reinvent themselves at the very moment they’re asking for rest. After overindulgence, financial strain, and a long dark month, it’s no wonder most New Year’s resolutions fail by “Blue Monday”.
Still, there’s some cool stuff planned for 2026.
🙏🏼
