Its so easy to get swept up in the chaos of “be better” in January, spurred on by the words “new year”. The new year for me doesn’t start until spring, when life really does start to burst alive, for now I’m still wintering.I am uncertain about what 2026 will bring, but I have learned from past experiences that making declarations about what the year will hold is often futile. I have hopes and set myself goals, but many times, I've made such statements only to be disappointed