Usually I start the year with a good ol’ rousing bit of “Get things done, grow bigger, get stronger, do more, be better…” Yada yada yada. Well that would have been nice.

What would have been nicer was going into my draft pile and completing one of those long-promised thought processes. There is one about writing with AI, which now I realize will need a new edition considering the ethical and ecological debates. There is another about the myth of writing drunk (and ways to get to the same point without the harmful substances). Ooh, there is even one of notebook organization, filled with screenshots of one of my mad notebooks and exercises I’ve elaborated on. It’s rather large so it might also be segmented again. But they are there.

But no. Here we are, while the world seems to be hopping on board with the caravan of least resistance, watching as others pick apart decades, if not centuries of work.

I’m sorry, but are people high on the oil fumes that others are so fond of? What is with idolizing self aggrandizing bullies and becoming their pawns willingly?

I expected better.

I will not stand for this contagion of bullying. Never liked it in middle school, never in high school. I won’t stand for it in family, friendships, work, spiritual spheres, ANYWHERE. Pretty sure some adult in your life actually taught you better than that.

Rant over. I look forward to writing about other things next time.

Happy 2026. Be part of the solution.