
I don't feel majestic enough to declare myself a panda, but I do feel like a panda all the same. I struggled with finding the creature to embody this year if I'm being honest. I did a google search for animals that are cautious because that's how I feel I've moved this year. Panda's were on the list and then I learned some new things about pandas.
One, they camouflage well despite it seeming like they might not be able to. I mean, it's a giant black and white bear, and yet, they're hard to see in the wild. I've been doing well at hiding in plain sight.
Two, pandas do a lot of adapting to their environment.
Three, they spend a lot of their day eating and sleeping. I'm not happy about those habits of mine, but they do exist and they got me through some harder moments of the year. I've learned to tune them toward productive results.
Four, pandas are no longer considered endangered, and this is the fact that stuck with me the most. I feel like I'M no longer endangered when it comes to me becoming an author. The task still feels bigger than me, however, I am learning to lean on the one who knows best. The one who will support me and guide me. My faith and connection to God is so much stronger so despite everything feeling impossible, I know it's not going to be made by me. I'll probably expand on this another day.
The point: this year is a panda. Going with my gut here.
My word for the year was "joy", and remembering that word is what got me through the year. A lot of days, I woke up and moved straight into "I NEED TO DO ALL OF THE WORDS SO THAT I CAN BE CONSIDERED PRODUCTIVE!" mode. This mode is toxic to me for a lot of reasons. I'm worshiping a word count, and caring more about output than I am about enjoying what I do. I need to connect with a story if I want it to go well, for it to turn out well. There needs to be a heart beating behind every word on the page. Joy needs to be present.
On those days, I'd tell myself to slow down and breathe for a moment. Connect. Feel something. Do not stress about the word count.
Overall, it's been an okay year. My output of writing was about 135,000 words. A smaller year than what I normally do. Words are not the only piece that matters. Heart matters. The end.
Eventually, I grew to only focus on the enjoyment of writing. Which makes me ready for 2026.