Monday has never been my favorite day of the week — and this one, January 27 , in particular, feels especially heavy. The email arrived, and though I can’t say I was surprised, the disappointment still hit hard. I was informed that my term will officially end on March 31, 2026 , with no renewal beyond that date. With all the cuts happening across the government, I somehow sensed this was coming. But seeing it land in my inbox still made me feel sad and lost. It’s hard to face

I have used ChatGPT a lot in 2025, no wonder ChatGPT presented me with this lovely "Your year in poetry" : You savored Paris with heart open wide, through photos and laughter, your joy couldn't hide. From badminton courts to warm family cheer, your kindness and wit lit each month of the year - A life well-curated, with grace as your guide. ChatGPT summarized my year with three themes: Cherished Moments and Memories You captured the year through photos, Paris memories, and hea