Circular Journey: 2025 Wrap-Up

Looking back over the past year, it becomes clear that 2025  wasn't just about writing; it was a series of "circular journeys" fueled by caffeine, comic insight, and the occasional mischievous squirrel circus.

This year taught me creative patience: story ideas came to me while sipping coffee, waiting for Irv to join me in Luna Cafe, but not when chasing story ideas. It's the Daoist idea of non-striving for writers. 

I spent countless hours in 2025 refining drafts and tightening cadence, always chasing that perfect "Wodehouse rhythm." Through every rewrite, the regular cast of characters began directing the stories in ways I'd never thought of. 

Ms. Wonder, in particular, became a standout; as I once noted in a blog dialogue, she doesn't just solve a case—she "performs surgery on it." She is often engaged in sparring with the young geezer I call Princess Amy. This character-driven humor became a signature style, which one follower called "a dance as light as air where humor is always allowed to preside."

The newest evolution in my blogging this year was the addition of playful cartoon scenes to illustrate each episode. I created imagery that ranges from the command console of the GMS Coastal Voyager—the newest ship assigned to Mindfleet Academy—to cozy corners of the Luna Café and the shining poppy fields of Emerald City.

The highlight of The Circular Journey 2025 is a new series featuring the Coastal Voyager crew selected for advanced officer training at Mindfleet Academy. Its debut happens to align with the new Starfleet Academy television series. It wasn't planned that way; I didn't know about the TV show until after the premiere of the blog series. Talk about Stranger Things!

Mindfleet merges the original 1960s Star Trek with the animated film Inside Out. In the past three months, the five most-viewed posts have all been Mindfleet episodes, and the leading one has gone viral; it's now the second most popular episode of all time.

A Year of Wonder and Mischievous Squirrels

My hosting platform generated a 2025 highlight reel for activity on The Circular Journey. 

The wrap-up had little to do with outcomes and everything to do with the way I wander through ideas, return to familiar voices, and use humor to cope with life's slings and arrows. The review wasn’t a report card; it was an gentle observations, and was embarrassingly complimentary.

Taken as a whole, and ignoring all the compliments and praise, what it seemed to say was, “Keep writing.”

The Wodehousian Adventure Continues

This past year has often required far more concentration than I anticipated. I've spent countless hours refining drafts, tightening cadence, and pursuing that elusive Wodehouse rhythm with the determination of Bertie Wooster fleeing an unwanted engagement.

The result is what one follower called "signature style," though on some days it feels more like controlled chaos with a British accent.

Ms. Wonder Takes the Stage

Speaking of chaos, Ms. Wonder has truly come into her own this year. Forget Sherlock Holmes—when this Wonder takes on a case, she doesn't merely solve it; she performs surgery on it, and with a flair that has become her hallmark.

"Keep writing," she commanded at one point this year. And I obeyed, because when Ms. Wonder issues an edict, it's best to simply agree without asking for clarification.

From Prose to Pixels

I've taken on visual storytelling this year; designing playful cartoons of imagined scenes. The result is what the wrap-up called "Still Life with Beret and Latte," a pixel-painted meditation on the essential elements of the creative life: a steaming café latte, a well-worn notebook, a vintage camera, and a couple of mischievious squirrels--Squiggly and Twizler.

Lessons from the Riverwalk of Life

This year has taught me several things, all learned the hard way, and which are worth sharing:

Creative inspiration arrives while you wait, not when you’re chasing it. Quietly ruminating on random thoughts mirrors the gentle percolation of caffeine. This is the Daoist principle of non-striving at work in the creative process—it can’t be rushed. All you can do is prepare the grounds and wait for the magic to brew.

This year, Ms. Wonder, Amy, and the gang developed minds of their own, leading me down narrative paths I never would have imagined—Mindfleet Academy is the ultimate example. 

They’ve become, in the most delightful way possible, a committee of visionaries, each insisting I’m headed in the wrong direction and that they know a better route.

The Year in Poetry (If not fact, still true.)

In a moment of what I can only assume was misplaced confidence, the end-of-year wrap-up from the blog host commemorated The Circular Journey circa 2025 in verse:

You brewed laughs with (Ms.) Wonder and flair,
Each blog post is a dance, as light as air.
With Wodehouse as your guide,
You let humor preside—
And made art from the quirks you laid bare.

I shall neither confirm nor deny whether this accurately reflects my creative process, but I will note that "brewed laughs" sounds like something one orders at a particularly hipster coffeehouse.

What Comes Next?

Whatever 2026 brings—and I suspect it will bring its own unique imbroglios—we’ll chat about it here in what one of my most ardent followers calls the Circular Journey Café.

Here's to the next chapter, the next cup of coffee, the next short walk that yields more inspiration than any amount of planning, and to characters who insist on taking us places we've never thought of going.

Here’s to you, my loyal followers. I’m grateful you made me part of your year. Writing may begin alone, at a desk, with a cup of cold coffee, but it doesn’t end there. It’s complete when someone reads the words and recognizes a piece of themselves in the margins—when a line lands, amuses, or quietly reassures, when a reader lingers.

Knowing you're here, following along with my rambles, makes the journey not just worthwhile, but genuinely joyful.

So thank you for being here. For reading. For thinking. For laughing when appropriate and indulging me when necessary. I’m glad you’re still here.




Live The Journey

You know those catchy phrases that get stuck in your brain? Nike's Just Do It instantly comes to mind, as does LG's Life Is Good. These slogans are punchy, memorable, and wonderfully motivational. 

They can be the perfect compass to snap you back on track when you're deep in creative work and wondering why you ever thought it would be easy.

 

In past years, I’ve relied on a personal motto to maintain my own creative mojo. In 2024, it was Leap!—fitting for a leap year and for jumping into new territory. For 2025, I adopted Making Waves! Both phrases reminded me to take action and strive to make a meaningful impact.

My creative juices produced hugely favorable results in 2025, and I attribute much of that success to inspiration coming from Making Waves. With the new year rapidly approaching, I felt the need for a new phrase to keep the creative momentum soaring.

The search has been surprisingly satisfying, and it occurred to me that you might be interested in the method behind the motto. In this post, I’ll share the far from magical process I followed to find the right words to craft my personal tagline.

Finding Your Mojo-Inspiring Motto
We all have far too much on our plates already, and the last thing we need is to add "motivational sloganeering" to our list of worries. But here’s the good news: what I'm about to share is genuinely fun.

Most importantly, it’s not just a fun exercise; a good motto does some serious heavy lifting throughout the year. For example: 

When the work gets hard, your motto reminds you why you chose your creative pursuit (and it always gets hard). Your inspiration phrase also serves to keep your decisions aligned with your core values. 

The New Year is already set to become a juggling act for me. I’m currently producing the Happy Cats Wellness podcast, and I'll continue blogging while developing a new podcast called An Artist's Journey. Of course, Princess Amy and I will be up to our necks documenting film and television production here in Hollywood East. Sometimes I wonder how I manage it all, but even if I do it poorly, the motto helps me keep doing it.

Evolution, Not Revolution
I started my recent search for the 2026 mojo-motto, hoping for one of those perfect moments where the ideal phrase leaps fully formed into my mind, like Athena springing from Zeus's head. (Although I preferred to avoid the headache that followed for Zeus!)

That Athena moment didn’t happen.

Instead, I started throwing ideas around. I knew I wanted something short and punchy—two or three words max--and I wanted something full of energy—active, not passive. Whatever I chose had to work for all my various projects and pursuits.

I began by considering phrases that already resonate with me. The Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous encourages us to live "happy, joyous, and free.” It's a beautiful sentiment, but nine words is more of a manifesto, rather than a motto. My martial arts tagline, "Fierce Qigong!" is punchy, but it’s tied to that specific context.

The Exploration Phase
The first round of brainstorming produced some interesting candidates that were close, but not quite right:
  • Journey On felt natural for my blog and the new podcast. It had forward momentum, but seemed to lack an edge.
  • Bold Strokes had appeal, suggesting confidence and strong action. It fit most of my projects, but seemed a stretch for podcasting.
  • Create Freedom was closely connected to being "happy, joyous, and free," but it lacked punch.
The Ignition Point
This is where the process got truly interesting. Instead of feeling frustrated, I was drawn to the feelings in some of the imperfect options:

Journey On had the right subject, but the verb was too passive. Bold Strokes had the right energy, but wasn't universal. Create Freedom spoke to my core values, but lacked punch.

I started moving words around just to see what would come out of it: Journey Bold, Journey Fierce, Own the Journey, Journey Alive.

And that’s when it happened—not a literal lightning bolt, but a definite spark. Randomly combining words led me to the phrase that instantly stuck, just like those catchy slogans mentioned at the top of this post:

Live the Journey!

It has everything I was looking for: the active commitment, the edge, and the sense of being fully present and engaged with the entire process.

It works across all my projects. It works as both an invitation to myself and a declaration to the world. And when I say it out loud, something in me simply says, ‘Yes!’.

Living With It
Here’s the thing about finding your perfect motto: you have to 'wear it' for a while, like breaking in a new pair of jeans. I decided to wear Live the Journey for a few days before making a final decision. I wanted to know how it felt while editing a podcast, drafting a blog post, or planning to track a movie production crew.

Your Turn
If you’re thinking about creating your own creative motto for 2026 (or any time, really), here’s the process that worked for me: 
  • Start with Brainstorming: Write down everything that comes to mind. There are no bad ideas here. 
  • Look for Patterns: What words or ideas keep appearing? 
  • Play with Word Order: Take the subject from one option and pair it with the verb from another. Be aware of words or ideas that arise from other words. The word ‘fierce’ in my martial arts slogan, sparked the idea of ‘bold’, which led to ‘Journey Bold.’ 
  • Test Variations: Say them out loud. Imagine using them when the work gets difficult. How do they feel? 
  • Trust Your Gut: You'll know it when you find it—it will just feel right. 
Making It Real
Write your motto where you’ll see it every day—at your desk, on a whiteboard, or on your phone’s background. When making decisions, ask yourself if your choice aligns with the values represented by your motto. 

Share your motto with others or keep it close to your heart. Both ideas are valid. The motto is YOUR personal compass, not a marketing campaign. If at any time, you feel it has lost its mojo, adjust it. The point is to support your work, not constrain it.

Living the Creative Life
For 2026, I’m going to "Live the Journey." I will stay fully present in my creative work, embracing the messiness, and remembering that enjoying the journey is more important than the art.

If you decided to craft a motto for your creative work, share it in the comments. Let's inspire each other as we step into the New Year.

Here’s to 2026. May you find the words that truly move you forward.


Mindfleet Academy: The Night Before

I couldn’t sleep. I was too excited about the new Starfleet Academy television series. Or maybe I was more excited about the new Mindfleet Academy series here on The Circular Journey. Either of the two was enough to keep me awake, and I was trying to process both at the same time. 



Eventually, I fell asleep and found myself walking a familiar, brightly lit corridor toward the bridge of the GMS Coastal Voyager.

The Ambassador Arrives
The aperture door dilated, and I stepped onto the bridge where Princess Amy sat staring at the command console. The viewports were dimmed, but the mindspace ganglia field was faintly visible, stretching to infinity.

"Can't sleep either, Ambassador?" she asked.


“I’m surprised you’re still up, Captain. I thought you would have finished logging the crew’s requests for admission to the advanced training program in the new Mindfleet Academy.”


“I've logged them,” she replied wistfully. “I’ve been rereading them. I asked them to include their plans for improvement during 2026, and each one of them revealed aspirations I wasn't aware of."


Before I could respond, the bridge lighting shifted to a golden caution alert.


“Captain!” First Officer Reason’s voice came over the intercom. “You need to see this!”


The Christmas Comet

“There,” Reason said, rushing onto the bridge and pointing at the viewport. “The Christmas Star comet. Right on schedule, just as the ancient logs predicted.”


A bright point of light moved through mindspace neural networks, leaving a trail of shimmering rainbow-colored particles.


“They say, if the Christmas Star crosses your mind's path, it brings clarity, peace, and good fortune,” whispered Communications Officer Joy as she approached the small group gathered around the command console.


“Aye,” crackled Chief Engineer Anxiety over the intercom, “But Captain, with our current trajectory, we won’t be close enough to even feel its wake as it passes us.”


The Wish List

Amy turned to her officers, now joined by Dr. Downer. “Before we get involved with the comet, I want to hear your self-improvement goals, in your own words.”


Joy spoke first: “I will endeavor to handle adversity without losing hope, and prove that joy is the right choice even in the darkest hour.”


“Noted and logged,” said Amy.


“Chief?”


Chief Engineer Anxiety spoke: “I'm determined to maintain courage and to worry less, to trust my instincts, and to believe in brighter outcomes.”


“Dr. Downer?”


Downer said softly: “I only hope to have the confidence to speak my truth.”


“Mr. Reason?”


Reason looked up from his console: “I wish to clearly see the patterns in random chance and to find practical guidelines, not just probabilities.”


“And you, Captain?” I asked Amy. “What did you plan for personal improvement?"


“I will practice trusting my crew, and become more of a guide and less a commander."


“You want to trust us?” Joy said.


“Yes,” Amy admitted. “And maybe that star is our first challenge. Mr. Reason, lay in an intercept course. Chief, increase speed to Warp 5. We will chase the star! Engage!”


The Chase

Reason called out coordinates. Joy broadcast to the United Federation of Emotional States that the Christmas Star had appeared. I stood beside Amy, watching the growing light as mindspace transformed in the comets wake.


“Captain,” Reason said, “We’ll intercept in fourteen minutes.”


“Steady as she goes,” Amy replied.


Minutes faded. “Engineering to bridge: unusual energy readings from the comet. Nothing dangerous—but it appears the comet is aware of us.”


“Aware?” Amy frowned. “Thats not in any legend.”


A moment later, Reason warned: “The comet’s changing course—our intercept window is closing.”


"Mr. Reason, adjust course immediately. Lay in an intercept vector—full pursuit profile! Chief Anxiety, Warp factor 8. Engage!” Amy said gleefully. “I want speed that turns caution into courage.”

“Captain, the engines are already at recommended maximum sustained speed,” Anxiety reported.


“Push them, Chief! Bypass non-essential safety protocols. Do it now!"


Reason immediately interjected, “We won’t make it, Captain. Even beyond safety limits, we can’t intercept. We’ll get close, but...”


The comet crossed the path of the Coastal Voyager, close enough to bathe them in golden light, but distant enough to remain untouchable.


The Real Gift

“End pursuit protocols,” Amy commanded. "Chief, return to cruising factor 4. Bring all safety protocols back online with all systems reporting green immediately."


“Captain, we didnt catch it, but look,” Dr. Downer gestured at the viewport. “The legend says the comet needs to cross our path, not coincide with our position. And it did cross our path, but only because we chose to chase it.”


“She’s right,” Joy said, awestruck. “The neural pathways we traveled through are glowing. We carried the light of the comet with us.”


“Lt. Joy is correct,” Reason confirmed. “Our trail matches the cometenergy signature. We didnt intercept it. We became part of it.”


“The journey! I exclaimed. “The legend isn’t about catching the comet. It’s about being willing to follow.”


“Our planned personal improvements…” Amy mused, “We had what we wished for all along.”


“It was the act of intentionally writing them down that worked the magic,” I said. “Our faith that we could achieve our goals was made stronger in the chase.”


The New Course

“Mr. Reason,” Amy said, her voice filled with newfound joy.


“Captain?” Reason replied.


"Plot a trajectory correction. Re-lay the course, designation Alpha-Four-Seven-Zero, to bring us back to our assigned path."


Reason’s hands flew over the controls. “Course correction plotted, Captain.”


“Chief Anxiety?”


All systems stable and responsive. Captain. It’s as if the ship got a tune-up from chasing the comet.”


"That's good to hear, Chief. I need Warp factor 5, now! Engage!" 


The GMS Coastal Voyager surged forward, and through the viewports, I watched mindspace transformed into streaming bands of color, the very fabric of consciousness bending around our velocity.


I moved to leave, but Amy called to me.


“Ambassador? Thank you. For being here. For bearing witness.”


“Thats what Ambassadors do," I said. "We watch, we remember, and we tell stories.”


“Then tell this one,” Amy said. “Tell the story of the crew that chased a bright idea, like a comet through the darkness of inner space, only to find it within themselves.”


I felt the dawn calling me back from the dream state, but I heard the captain exclaim as she faded from sight, “Merry Christmas to all...”

And I, standing at the threshold of the waking world and the realm where emotions pilot mindships through inner space, completed the blessing as naturally as breathing:

“...and to all a good flight.”

Ambassador's Log, Supplemental:

The GMS Coastal Voyager continues its mission through Mindspace, charting courses toward challenges and adventures in the New Year.

And somewhere in the vast expanse of mindspace, a shining idea continues its eternal journey. It may be related to the new Starfleet Academy series, or the idea of bringing Mindfleet Academy into the universe of The Circular Journey. Either way, it's leaving trails of insight for other captains to pursue, reminding them that the answers are in the chase.

End Log



Works For Me

"I can understand why the dream worries you," said Dr. Beach, and I knew immediately she'd missed the point entirely."

I nodded.


I think you've met Beach already. In case you haven't had the pleasure, she's my therapist.

"You described the dream as mysterious and unpleasant."

"It's full of symbolism and a bit dark," I said, "but not troubling."

"No?" she said.

"Not really," I said. "My dreams aren't any more troubling than reality. Just this morning, as I fed the birds and squirrels frequenting my backyard, Mimi the mockingbird gave me the stink eye the whole time."

"And you think she was upset with you for something?"

"Of course she was. I haven't spoken to her in weeks, and she flew all the way from Brunswick Forest--no small feat--to let me know she disapproves of my reclusancy." 

She picked up her tablet and began typing, and I knew she was asking Gemini if 'reclusancy' is a real word, or a symptom of one of my many neurodiversions. (It's not a real word; I checked.)

"She's my spirit guide, you know. Mockingbird, I mean. She knows that I've recently lost myself in the foolishness of humanity."

There was a brief moment of quiet as we both considered the darker tone of my words. 

Then I broke the silence, because that's what I do to ward off the boredom that can creep in from silence or even serious conversation.

"It seems you think I should be concerned about the dream," I said, more to change the subject than anything. I realized I needed to address this sense of living a meandering, meaningless existence, and I didn't want someone else's thoughts to confuse the issue. 

"I recently had a dream about a squirrel in a UNC baseball cap fighting over a peanut with a dove wearing an NC State t-shirt. The squirrel was winning. Now that was a dark, troubling dream."

"But you are Buddhist, right?"

"So?" I said. "What's that got to do with it?"

"Well, I remember hearing somewhere that The Buddha advocated never causing harm to another human being, nor allowing someone to be harmed through inaction."

"And your point is?" I said.

"Well, in your dream, you thought about looking for a half brick to throw at your tormentor, and I just assumed that, as a Buddhist, you'd react differently."

"Isaac Asimov wrote that about not harming anyone," I said. "It comes from his book, I, Robot. What you just described is the First Law of Robotics."

She blinked; not something I often see from her. "Still, it's a very Buddhist-like concept, right?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess," I said.

"So, shouldn't you follow that law?" she said.

"Well," I said, "there are no laws in Buddhism."

"Are you sure?" she said. "You know, sometimes I think you make up the Buddhist stuff as you go along."

I shrugged in a manner that clearly implied, Works for me. She sighed deeply and gave me a look that clearly implied she'd like to slap me silly.

"Well, you may not have directly harmed him in your dream," she said, "but you supplied the brick."

"It was half a brick," I said. "Half bricks are the preferred blunt instruments for beating someone's brains out."

"What I'm saying is that Buddhists always strive to do no harm. At least that's my understanding."

I didn't immediately respond because the drum loop from ELO's Don't Bring Me Down had taken up residence in my frontal lobe, and Jeff Lynne's falsetto was drowning out her concerns about my karma.

"Well?" she said," and I had the sense she deserved a thoughtful response at least vaguely on topic.

"Buddhist monks invented Kung Fu," I said. She raised a couple of eyebrows. "You know," I added, "for self-defense." Then, even though I knew it would have been better left unsaid, I went on, "Much like my idea of using the half brick."

It wasn't 
one of my best comebacks, but I didn’t have time to craft something quotable. Besides, I need to focus on getting my life back on track. The new year is almost here, and I don't want to go into 2026 with this confused, topsy-turvy mindset. As my mom used to say, “As the first day of the new year goes, so goes the rest of the year.”

That's not exactly the way she said it, but the meaning's the same.