To Those Still Standing...
Part of me wants to tell you to forget the hurts of 2025—just throw them into an imaginary trash can and hit “empty recycle bin.” Another part of me wants to scream: “Charge into the new year like a motivational speaker on caffeine! Make ten resolutions, buy three planners, join the gym, start a business, meditate, drink green juice, and fix your whole life by January 3rd!”
And then the most honest part of me sits quietly and says:
Yeah… I don’t quite have the perfect words either.
Because life is stubborn. Some heartbreaks refuse to obey calendar transitions. Some mess follows you like those stubborn pop-up ads. And sometimes the bravest thing you do on December 31st is simply show up, breathe, and not disappear.
But here’s what I can tell you without sounding like a fortune cookie:
2026 will bring its own drama. There will be blessings (hopefully with good packaging), challenges (some disguised as “character development”), and random days that feel like life is pressing an “update” button on you without permission. There will be laughter, there will be tears, and there will be days where your greatest achievement is simply wearing real clothes.
So please, take it one day at a time.
It’s perfectly fine not to know what you’re doing on January 1st. Who decided clarity must arrive with fireworks and loud countdowns? You have 365 days to figure things out. Just don’t treat that as permission to procrastinate until October.
Some of you lost a lot this year. People, plans, confidence, or even your favorite waistline. If that’s you—hey, you survived. You are still here. That alone deserves applause, confetti, and possibly a slice of cake.
Some of you thrived this year. You grew, succeeded, healed, maybe even saved money (teach the rest of us, please). Celebrate—quietly, humbly, gratefully. No need to turn your wins into a competition. Life is not a league table.
And then there are the rest of us—the “in-between people.” We didn’t collapse, but we didn’t exactly become global inspirations either. We just lived. We worked, paid bills, misunderstood life, re-understood it, doubted ourselves, believed again, and kept going. That, my friend, is also greatness.
To our loyal subscribers—thank you. Truly. You’re too much in the best possible way. You stayed, you read, you laughed, you rolled your eyes, and you supported us. Next year at LoopedIn, we’re cooking something even better. More inspiration. More creativity. Possibly fewer existential crises. We hope you’ll love it.
And here’s my dramatic confession: I’ve always wanted to say this to a live audience—
“See you next year.”
It sounds epic… even though “next year” is literally tomorrow.
So here’s the deal…
Walk into 2026 with quiet bravery. You don’t need fireworks. You don’t need a five-year master plan. Show up. Try. Fail. Learn. Laugh. Cry a little. Try again. Grow. Live.
Because life is not always about perfect beginnings—it’s about refusing to quit on yourself.
Happy New Year, friends.
If I’d leave you with one thought, it’s this:
“You don’t have to arrive perfectly…Some years ask questions, some years answer them. Live both with courage”
I remain Kenny…See you Next Year!