The Tales Of War

So, here we all are, bridging into the final strait of 2025. Also, the title of this blog is just the name of a banger of a song I recently discovered.

This year truly has been the equivalent of recovering from a torn ligament. You want to get straight back on the pitch, but knowing that, you’ll probably end up making the injury worse. Most of my hard work has gone into the basics of life, and just setting my roots for next year.

Rest assured, 2026 is fucking go-time, and it’s going to be personal. There are no enemies to beat anymore, just the inner me.

The office is now being arranged into my studio, and I’ll probably buy my MacBook in the January sales. My books and writing are going to be ramped up even harder, and it’s going to be a brutal slog. Life doesn’t wait if you fall, so I might as well get up and storm through the next chapter.

This year has been a test, for everyone, and that’s going to make next year taste even sweeter. It hasn’t been all bad, and I have a lot to be grateful for, and to learn from. My new job has been fundamental, I work with some amazing people across all walks of life, and we’re all building together.

I don’t know what 2026 will bring, but I know I’m better equipped for it, and I’ll be swinging the whole time.

I’ll leave you with this:

“Don’t judge a man by how well he does a job he likes doing.

Judge him by how well he does a job he doesn’t like doing.” - My Dad

Whoever you are. Wherever you are.

Thank you for reading.

Daniel.