Tomorrow is the start of 2026. There are bunches of you out there who are thinking, Trevor , it’s the Fourth. 2026 started four days ago. I think for most fo us, it’s all starting tomorrow.

For starters, the First was on a Thursday. No sane year starts that late in the week. And thus, I can blame the invasion of Venezuela on 2025. 2026 is just a baby. Doesn’t have its teeth or pubes, for fucks sake. And for the love of the gods, let’s get that shit done with. Trump needs to be jailed, not Maduro.

Many people report feeling lost or spacey during the holidays. For most of us, the space between Xmas and New Years is a wash. Yes, people die, babies get born, and life goes on. But it feels like time has stood still. It’s like we’re all outside in the snow at night, and its coming down lightly all around us.

And for many of us, it’s necessary. I don’t trust anyone who says 2025 was a great year for them, unless it comes with caveats. Most of us have been run through the wringer, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

I think of my time this week, and most of the holidays, as a liminal space. As a reality between two realities, 2025 and 2026. And I’ve been wondering what to do with the time. And now the time has come to an end. And I still am unsure what I’m doing next.

But I know this. I’m going to try. I might not do everything I set out to do. I tend to freak out and try to launch everything at once. But I know what I have to prioritize, mentally and emotionally. Not telling you what those are either. Keeping my cards close. Got to know when to hold, and when to fold, like the man said.

I wish for you to start 2026 on a good note. It’s a Monday, so it’s going to be tough. Nobody likes coming back from holiday. If you’re looking forward to it, I’m sorry your holiday was bad. I hope you find some small moment of happiness, even if it’s a candy bar from the vending machine in the ER. Good night.