All I know in 2026

There’s a lot of bad shit outside and all I know about this year is:

I want to party and shake my ass on a regular basis.

I need dance breaks in the kitchen while preparing for a meal for community.

There simply hasn’t been enough impromptu “Hey, are you home?” texts.

More gossip while picking up party supplies and finalizing guest lists, please.

I wanna plot matchmaking schemes and share smiles with my lovers as we admire successful budding romances from afar.

I want to take a picture the next time I see a stream of snow boots and tennis shoes outside an apartment door.

Inside dozens of friends and comrades don face masks and communicate largely with our bodies on the dancefloor. I want to send it to everyone who said it isn’t possible to prioritize community care.

Life is different now, but those seemingly life-changing conversations tucked in the corner are still happening.

This year and the next, and so on, we’ll renew our energy together instead of giving it to the myth of the impossibilities.