Category: The Sitcom Called “Mary Jane”

You know those glossy end of year posts that flood your feed every December?

The “I lost 40 pounds, launched three businesses, ran a marathon and found my inner peace while color coding my pantry” kind of posts.

I’m happy for those folks. Truly. Clap for them, cheer them on, double tap and keep it moving. But when I saw this quote my aunt posted, it stopped me in my tracks:

“There will be a lot of posts soon from people sharing how much they achieved in 2026. But, in case someone needs to hear this… it’s ok if the only thing you did this year was just get through it.”

Read that again. Let it sink in.

Because some years are not “achievement” years. Some years are survival years.

🔥 The Year That Wasn’t Pretty 🔥

We don’t talk about those enough. The years that looked like:

🍷 Wake up, show up, try not to cry in public

🍷 Take care of everybody else while quietly falling apart yourself

🍷 Deal with health stuff, money stuff, family drama, or all of the above

🍷 Sit in parking lots and just… breathe… before walking into work or walking into home

You may not have before and after photos to post. You may not have a new degree, a promotion or a shiny announcement. You may just have… that you’re still here.

And let me tell you something straight: that counts.

🏆 If this was the year you buried someone you loved, or watched them suffer.

🏆 If this was the year your body betrayed you and you had to learn new limits.

🏆 If this was the year anxiety or depression dug its claws in and did not let go.

🏆 If this was the year your finances were a mess and you played bill roulette every month.

And yet you are still breathing, still trying, still getting up more days than you stayed down.

You did not “do nothing.”

You fought a quiet battle most people will never see.

🎬 Social Media Is A Highlight Reel, Not A Heart Monitor 🎬

What you see online in December is the highlight reel. The best angles, the big wins, the carefully worded paragraphs that sound inspirational and polished.

What you don’t see:

👀 The nights they couldn’t sleep

👀 The panic attacks in the shower

👀 The arguments behind those “smiling” family photos

👀 The job they didn’t get

👀 The friendships that faded out

We compare our behind the scenes to everybody else’s edited preview. Then we wonder why we feel like failures.

You are not behind. You are not less than. You are living a real life, not a curated grid.

🦋 Surviving Is Doing Something 🦋

We treat “just getting through it” like it’s nothing.

Like survival is the bare minimum.

Survival is not small.

Survival is hard work.

Survival is heavy lifting.

Survival is waking up on days you don’t want to and still feeding kids, walking dogs, answering emails, taking care of parents, paying bills, sitting in waiting rooms, having hard conversations, and making it to the end of another day.

That is emotional labor. That is mental labor. That is physical labor.

Did you hold a family together on sheer stubbornness and prayer this year?

Did you drag yourself to yet another doctor appointment because you refuse to give up on your own body?

Did you keep food on the table when the math said it shouldn’t work?

Did you choose kindness when snapping would have felt so much better in the moment?

That is not “nothing.” That is work.

💰 The Myth Of The “Big Year” 💰

Some years are loud.

Big moves. Big changes. Big announcements.

Some years are quiet.

They look like standing still from the outside, but on the inside a lot is shifting.

Roots are growing in the dark.

Boundaries are being built.

Grief is being processed.

Old wounds are finally being tended to instead of ignored.

You might not have a new job, a new house, a new relationship or a new passport stamp, but maybe you learned how to say “no” without apologizing.

Maybe you learned which people actually show up when the bottom falls out.

Maybe you started therapy.

Maybe you finally admitted, “I am not okay” and let someone help you.

That is growth.

That is progress.

That is a big year, even if it doesn’t photograph well.

🎲 Permission To Opt Out Of The Comparison Game 🎲

So when the “I did so much this year!” posts start pouring in, I want you to remember a few things:

You don’t owe anyone a recap. You are not a streaming service sending out a “Year in Review” email. You are allowed to be proud of people and still be honest that your year was more about surviving than thriving. You can celebrate small wins that nobody else even understands.

Your “I made it” might look like:

I stayed sober this year. I left a relationship that was killing my spirit. I paid off one debt. Just one. And that is enough for now. I finally took my mental health seriously. I showed up for my kids when my own childhood was a mess.

Those are not small. Those are mountains.

💩bIf This Year Nearly Broke You 💩

If you’re reading this and thinking, “Yep… that was me. I barely scraped by,” I want you to hear me clearly.

I am proud of you.

You do not have to pretend this year was amazing if it wasn’t. You can say, “This year was hard. I am tired. I am not the same person who started it.”

And still be grateful to be here.

Both things can be true.

You can grieve what you lost and still have a tiny flicker of hope for what is next.

You can feel exhausted and still be proud you did not give up on yourself.

☺️ Walking Into A New Year Without The Pressure☺️

When the calendar flips, you don’t need a “new you.” The you that survived this year is already strong.

Maybe next year is your year for big goals and fresh projects.

Or maybe next year is just about gentler days, slower mornings, and a little more peace.

Either way, you are not behind. You are not late. You are not less worthy because your progress didn’t come with balloons and a banner.

If the only thing you did this year was get through it, that is enough.

You are enough.

And if you want to talk about it, process it, or quietly celebrate that simple, sacred fact, you’re in good company here.

XOXO, Jani

I love a shiny Christmas movie as much as the next girl, but if we’re being honest, a lot of them feel like they were written by someone who has never had a relative lose their mind at the dinner table.

That’s why The Family Stone hooked me.

Not because it’s tidy and sweet, but because it is beautifully messy. It looks like how families actually behave when you cram everybody under one roof, add holiday expectations, sprinkle in old wounds and new relationships, then give the whole thing a good shake.

Sybil picking everything apart. Kelly quietly absorbing the chaos. Everett holding it all together until he can’t. Ben just vibing and calling out the nonsense. Amy poking at outsiders. Thad trying to be normal while everyone else is on fire. The visitors walking into the emotional hurricane, clueless and hopeful.

Tell me that’s not every family you know in some form.

Including mine. Including yours.

We Are All “The Difficult One” For Somebody

Everyone loves to point at the Meredith in the room. The nervous one. The controlling one. The one who shows up already braced for impact. She walks in and the whole house tightens up like “oh boy, here we go.”

But here’s the thing: for somebody in our family, we have been the Meredith.

For someone, we were too loud, too sensitive, too controlling, too reactive, too opinionated, too quiet, too something. Maybe we still are.

I look back at younger me and there are so many moments I wish I could time travel into, grab myself by the shoulders and say, “SHUT UP. Just hush. Breathe. Listen.” I can see the places where I poured gasoline on conversations that needed water.

Some people are wired to be soft, thoughtful, measured. They listen, sort, move forward. Others come into this world like a lit match. That short fuse is not learned, it’s baked in.

Hi, I’m Exhibit A.

I am better than I used to be. That’s called growing up. Life will either mature you or break you, and sometimes it does a little of both.

Real Love Learns To Pause

Here’s what I’ve had to learn the hard way.

Loving your family doesn’t always look like big speeches and perfect hugs in the snow. Sometimes loving your family is:

– Not clapping back, even though your entire soul just wrote a 7-page response

– Walking into a room already decided that you will be kind, even if they are not

– Letting one comment slide because you know it came from pain, not malice

– Saying “I was wrong” without adding “but you…”

– Leaving early instead of staying and turning it into Round 12 of the same old fight

Our fuse has to get longer as we get older. Honestly, half the time we need to learn how to snuff the spark out completely and keep moving. Not because people “deserve” it or “earned” it, but because we deserve peace. And peace in a family often starts with the first person willing to stop swinging.

Families Are An Ebb And Flow, Not A Fixed Picture

By the end of The Family Stone, what you see isn’t a perfect family. You see a united family who has gone through something real together.

They hurt each other. They misunderstand each other. They circle the wagons around the people they love. They loosen their judgment. They accept new people who once felt like intruders. They bend.

That’s what real families do over time. Ebb and flow. Pull apart and come back together. Test the limits, then redraw the lines.

You have the protectors. The peacemakers. The ones who poke. The ones who hide. The ones who always host. The ones who never show up. The ones who change, and the ones who absolutely do not.

And then you have those beautiful “visitors” who marry in, partner in, just fall into the middle of this circus and somehow love everyone anyway. Bless them. They translate, they soothe, they help soften the edges.

Personalities from different worlds get shoved together and told, “Congratulations, you’re all family now.” Sometimes it feels natural. Other times it feels like breaking in a new pair of shoes that rub your heel raw before they finally fit just right.

Loving Your Family On Purpose

Loving your family does not mean you:

– Agree with everything they say

– Forget what has hurt you Stay in situations that are actually unsafe

Loving your family does mean you at least try to:

See their heart underneath their worst habits

– Recognize the scared child hiding inside the grown adult in front of you

– Own your part in the mess, not just theirs

– Leave room for people to grow, just like you have

Sometimes love looks like gathering around the table, laughing till your belly hurts, and falling asleep in a food coma with a full heart. Sometimes it looks like taking a step back, doing your own healing, then slowly coming closer again when you can be more gentle.

Both can be love.

If You’re In The Thick Of It

If your family right now looks more like the tense first half of The Family Stone than the tender ending, you are not alone.

You are not the only one whose family group text is chaos. You are not the only one who dreads that one comment you know someone is going to make. You are not the only one who lies in bed after a gathering replaying what you said and wishing you had handled it differently.

Here’s the tiny bit of hope tucked inside all that:

You can start changing the tone without making a big announcement. You can decide that this year you will:

– Listen more than you speak

– Ask real questions instead of making assumptions

– Pause before reacting

– Apologize quickly when you mess up

– Offer grace, even if it isn’t offered back

– One little shift at a time.

– One gathering at a time.

– One conversation at a time.

– Family will never be perfect.

– It isn’t supposed to be.

– It is a living thing made up of flawed humans who are all just trying to feel seen and loved.

Some days we nail it. Some days we crash and burn. On our best days, we keep coming back to the table anyway.

Family.