More than ever, 2026 will be a year of new beginnings
Every holiday season signals an end to the current year and a forward look to new beginnings. I’ve never been so aware of this as the marking of those occasions since My Favourite Husband (MFH) died. Each year has been different. The first year was spent surviving and greedily reaching for 2022 as if a New Year would wipe out the pain of the past five months. People looked helplessly at me because, really, what can you say? But there was love. So much love. Still is. More than ever, if that's possible. Subsequent years have been tentative steps in creating new traditions — steps in the transition from we to me. Beautiful, shining, messy, chaotic. I think I’ve had it all and done it all. Most of it with a vow that the New Year would be brighter, that I’d get my shit together and make more thoughtful, less spontaneous decisions. I’m not a New Year’s resolution kinda girl but I do have a list titled “shit I’d like to get done this year.” I’m proud whenever anything gets cross...
