what about 2026 ?

In three months, 2026 will stop. And I think about the long to-do list from January 2026, when the new year was still some kind of miracle. That moment I decided to do things differently. To be different, more productive. To write that novel. To be consistent. To be disciplined. To be more efficient in my work.

And nine months later, nothing has changed. I mean I have done things but not as much as I wanted. And I am already thinking about 2027 as if 2027 will be the solution.

And then I realize that it is a pattern. A kind of repetition. Maybe it is time to sit down and really stop finding excuses.