2025 was objectively the worst year of my life. The world at large went to hell in a handbasket, in ways I never thought the world was going to do again. My day-to-day health took a pronounced downturn, leading to a major creative lull. And my loved ones faced many new significant hardships. It was like we were all struggling and floundering without letup.

And yet, subjectively I have had many previous years which I spent feeling low and miserable, and that honestly didn't happen this year. Down moments, sure, but overall my mood has been peaceful and even. This year taught me a lot about myself and how to navigate being me. So I guess that's good. 


I sure hope the objective sutff does better in 2026, though, for all our sakes.

getting an excellent dental check-up

The silver lining of a day of gastrointestinal distress: overnight I lost four pounds.

It recently became clear to me that I have gradually slipped into an unusually deep trough over the past while... but what's weird is how it finally clicked for me:

I've sorta noticed for a while that I don't feel like doing anything, lately. But my Aha Moment came when I realized I was tired and I thought, I don't even feel like resting.

Like, what's up with that....

 Eating fresh bloobs for the first time in half a year!

waking to a cool-comfy house [it won't stay that way long today....]

Woke with a migraine in one eye. The part I'm grateful for is that I put ice on it, and it actually listened to the ice pretty well [doesn't always happen].

something I don't usually get to see [I got curious]....

For a while there, I was not sleeping well. Not enough, and what I got was very spotty and fragmented. Eventually I realized that fretting about the state of the world was keeping my mind whirring and preventing me from settling down. 

Then I saw a post from someone saying that they were cutting the news out of their life for a while, for the sake of their own peace of mind. The gist of their perspective was that they already knew by now what things were awful, so they could take that as read. They didn't really need this awfulness underlined again every day. Knowing the particular details of how the awfulness had shifted somewhat was no help to them. And these were all things that they couldn't do anything about, so more knowledge was not a guide to more action or more solutions. 

Then someone else said that they had set up filters on their social media, for similar reasons. This is not something I had ever tried myself, but I decided to now. So I did, a few days ago. 

Now, posts will appear on my social media, but instead of content I get a message saying this post contains filtered items. So I know the post is there, and it's up to me to decide if I want to see it or not. So far, I have been declining. 

And I can't help but notice that I am consistently sleeping more soundly since I began to filter out some of the awfulness. 

I understand there are those who will object. Who will tell me I have a duty to know what's going on in the world. As in, knowing everything, every detail. [Most of us who grew up in the days before the 24-hour news cycle realize that you can get by without unceasing news updates.] And there are those who will accuse me of flaunting my privilege, because it must be nice to be able to afford to ignore these things. [I don't deny that my life is privileged and blessed in numerous ways, even if I'm not rich.] 

But the people who were cutting out this influence from their online lives were framing it more in terms of self-care. Protecting their health which was suffering because of this psychic onslaught. And that's how I'm choosing to frame this for myself: self-care. Like, I don't accept that I am flaunting my privilege by eating regularly, simply because there are other people who don't. [I do count my blessings, though.] If I have the capability to nurture myself [as opposed to wallow in decadent luxury] then I will do so, as much as I am aware and able. 

Maybe that's just me.