Sofieland, Again

New year's resolutions

I do subscribe to the Gregorian calendar, and so while I think New Year’s Eve is the worst night of the year to party, I do like the idea of New Year’s Resolutions, and I like the idea of starting new, whether or not with some arbitrary marker— you do have to go kick off SOMETIME, so why not now? The best time to plant a tree is yesterday, etc, etc.

I had a rollercoaster year in 2025, never quite feeling like I could fully relax, but I look forward to the truth of a real outbreath when I can finally lay down, and lately I’ve been having even a fraction of it, days sleeping in late, hibernating with the animals, living on a winter schedule and letting myself sleep in more than I’m used to, ‘cuz I know that summer won’t let me — I already can’t be alone, and when the weather warms up I’ll be itching, devious and foaming at the mouth, begging to get outside.

In 2025 I sacrificed my creativity a little bit, but I suppose only my later years can decide if it was worth it or not. Lose a little soul at the altar of a good night — what is more of a pure gift, eight hours of sleep, creative output, or your sense of self slowly bleeding out of you like air from a balloon?

I would like to start writing again and so we revive Sofieland again, once again, in a new shape and form, something a bit more fluid. Still, I almost want to abandon this completely and start something completely fresh, adding to my vast digital archive, all my left-behind blogs and blog posts, over a decade, close to 15 years of existing and documenting online, perhaps it might be time for a new container— though the name Sofieland is one I really love. How can I scrub this and keep it at the same time?

See ya next time.

-Sofie