Adios 2025. Hello 2026 and the beginning of “Less is more”

​Currently at 35,000 feet over the Gulf of ‘Merica on my way back from a trip to my condo in Ecuador with my kids. They’re adults and I’m so grateful they still wanna hang out with the old guy. Sure, a beach trip in December is a mighty tempting lure, but they are strong enough and independent enough to tell me no. And they know I’m totally cool with that. This may, in fact, be our last group trip. We’ll see. They’re getting awfully growdy uppy. 

So I turn my sights to tomorrow…January 1st…and my planned focus on less is more. 

1. Less social media-peace out to TikTok and Facebook and Instagram. More time to work out. More time to write the books I have in my head. First one is started. 

1. Less me. 2025 has been a full year of eating! And, surprisingly, I don’t have a teenager’s metabolism anymore. Sorry, Texas Roadhouse rolls! Can’t try to eat a dozen of you anymore. More healthy, but yummy foods. More clothes that fit even if they don’t come with stretchy fibers on them. More energy and doing. 

3. Less not hiking and building on the cabin. I got very sedentary as Montana started to fade. She couldn’t hike and I was more than okay with that. Zero regrets on the time I got to spend with her at the end of our 17 years together, but it’s time to shift the rear into gear. Also go peaceful with where the cabin was. More hiking the cabin land and finishing up projects on the cabin. More feeling it in my legs and butt the day after. 

4. Less concern about what the world thinks and is doing. The news is gross. Shaped, messaged, not reported. Also focusing on MY priorities…MY friends…MY happiness. May cost me some “friends”, but, as I see my gerentological clock ticking closer to the end than the start, I find my time an increasingly precious commodity. More quality, less quantity. 

5. Less thinking about doing things and more actually doing those things. 

6. Less stuff and more experiences. The older I get, the more I realize how little I truly “need”. The simpler and more focused my days are, the more satisfaction I derive. Let’s do more of that. 

Let’s do this 2026. Deeper meaning. Better health. More of less. 

It’ll be some serious Aurelian Stoicism. 


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