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A letter

To Myself, at the end of the worst year

Proud

Listen

You did not die. That was the year's only requirement. You did the minimum. The minimum was enormous. Everyone telling you what they did in their bad year did not have your bad year. Their bad years had less weather. Yours had weather. You did not die. Do not let anyone shrink what you did.

Jan 4, 2026