I’m not sure why nostalgia grabs us all so tightly or why even a decade later we get soft over all that came to pass, but January generally asks us remember what is important. To check ourselves. Name a direction. Voice our purpose. Take a step. I will admit none of this feels easy in the midst of so much dismantling, in the chaos of ICE, in what feels bigger than any hurdle we have faced before. But those are the conditions we face and there is no choice but to do something. Dive in. Swim good. My wish? Let 2026 be the year you do what you said you were going to when you were 23 and filled with crazy-ass dreams and wacko hopes and secret desires.