Stephanie Rodzon . January 18, 2026

Another Christmas has come and gone (man that was fast). Here we are 2026, certainly never thought I would make it this far. With my self-destruction button always seemingly triggered on green. Heck, I didn’t think I would see my 30s, much less my 40’s. But I made it, now what? My saving grace was not having to worry about the future because surely, it wasn’t in my cards. I am 42 years old and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Think I took being a “Toys R Us” kid a little too seriously (Thought for sure we would have those flying cars by now). So here I am stuck in the future I was never supposed to have. F*CK now what!! I guess only choice is to live the mundane life till my last breath, right?  I don’t have anything to offer this world to make it a “better place”. Sure, I can clean and organize my ass off but that won’t serve me in any significant way. My kids think I am a good mom, so at least I can raise good people that can change the world for the better. As for me, it’s the mundane average life. The cycle of waking up, showering, cleaning, cooking, posting, sleeping – a “Groundhog Day” type of existence. I know I’m not the only middle-aged Millennial out here just roaming aimlessly around. 

Although I wish I could say I’m part of the “Resolution” trend that everyone seems to follow, the truth is, I’m really not. Every single time I do one I never follow through, again, remember “self-destruction”. But this year I did make one. 2026 I will draw closer to God. Not in a religious sense but as in a relationship with him. I know since I am still breathing there is a purpose for me. Considering how many times I should’ve passed away, and yet instead woke up. I truly hope I can maintain this resolution. I’ll stay focused on the promise of better days ahead and see rainbows emerge throughout my life.

BULA to new year, new day, and hopefully a new path (preferably one that’s not filled with thorny bushes and jagged stones like my last path).