01/01/2026
Welcome to the Year of the Horse.
Last year, the year of the snake, was, to use a highly overused word in the wake of the fires, unprecedented.
The most difficult year I have endured, to be sure.
Usually at this time of year, I’m writing a blog about how to finally get those New Year’s Resolutions to stick or top tips to get get rid of that extra fat, once and for all.
This year, those topics could not be further from my mind.
Even the New Year Goals I typically set for myself seem banal and futile; business objectives or travel plans or deciding if this is the year I return to racing Ironman.
Bigger picture things take precedence.
What will become of our beloved Palisades? Will this be the year we finally find out ALL the truth of what happened not only on that fateful day, but in the months and years of negligence and corruption leading up to it?
Where will we settle? Do we stay in Malibu which I’ve fallen in love with and then uproot Yves when he’s 12 and enroll in in school closer to ‘home’ with classmates he once knew, maybe, years ago?
Granted, there have been blessings.
First and foremost, no thing we lost is as important as our lives or our spirit and faith both of which are crucial for anyone intending to rebuild from a total loss, both figuratively and and literally.
We have been welcomed into a new community, consisting of too many other families who lost it all in previous fires who’ve become sources of light for me, leading the way of what to expect and how long it might take to feel whole again.
I’ve learned that so many things I thought were so important, are not.
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