It’s the last day of 2025, and I’ll say it again–Worst. Year. Ever. At least for me.

That’s not to say that nothing good happened in my life this year: I’ve figured out how best to tell the story within my current novel; I’ve planned some of a novel series I want to write; I’ve added some new interests and goals to those already-rather-lengthy lists; I’ve reconnected with my family (though I still think the physical distance between me and them is a good thing)…actually, that’s about it.

On a lower note, I haven’t planned my finances very well, so I’ve obliterated my savings just to survive–and I’ve still had to hit a member of my family up for money so I can pay my rent for next month. I hope I can land paying employment next month, but my hopes are, right now, by no means high.

Looking at the situation, though, employment/finances are my only problem right now, though that does influence other aspects of my life, which are otherwise positive.

Admittedly, there are some things I could have done differently during the course of this year–though there is no way of knowing whether doing so would see me in a different, never mind better, place at this moment remains to be seen.

But I’m determined to do much, much better in 2026…come what may.