I’m spending this last day of the year in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where perspective arrives immediately and with galactic ceremony. Standing in the cold, dwarfed by snowy peaks and moose-filled valleys, it’s hard not to see the year laid out like a graph: sharp climbs, sudden drops, no smoothing of the line. 2025 asked a lot. The Palisades Fire. My eldest leaving for college—equal parts pride and free fall. My father’s life retrospective in Amsterdam, which had a way of collapsing time. Moving into a new rental home, learning (again) how little permanence is promised. I know it wasn’t just me. So many of us had an excruciatingly challenging year. We made it through a little tattered, maybe, but stronger in ways that only reveal themselves after the fact. I surprised myself. I learned. I grew. I kept going. Forward, with intention. May we all find the peace, love, and healing we deserve in 2026. Of course, some stylish body armor couldn’t hurt heading into the new year such as , and (very !). Let’s goooooo!