This story was originally published in the January 2026 issue of COMO Magazine.
A bright orange sunset paints the midwestern sky — the view from our Airbnb. 
A bright orange sunset paints the midwestern sky — the view from our Airbnb. 

How oftendidwe brush off what our parents told us?  

Wrote it off as overprotectiveness, outdated thinking, orjust plainnonsense? How often did we believe we knew better?  

One lesson I heardover and overwas that life passes quickly. It never felt true when I was a curiosity-driven kid who could stretch a single afternoon into a whole adventure. But now, as I flip to January 2026 on my desk calendar,I’msuddenly aware that I graduatednearly threeyears ago and thatI’mnot far fromthe age where people joke about a quarter-life crisis. Turns out, theyweren’tlying. Lately,I’vealso been thinking about how fragile life really is.  

My momvisited overThanksgiving this year — somethingwe’venever done before for the holidays. We rented a small “cottage” (that was the word Airbnb used, thoughI’mnot quite sureit really qualified as one) just outside of Columbia and spent a few days watching movies on the projector she brought, crafting, and bingeing on our Thanksgiving leftovers. It was simple, slow, and unexpectedly healing.  

On one of our drives into town, she mentioned how much can change in just a decade — and we began counting. Two uncles. An aunt.A grandfather. A grandmother. Several cousins of hers. Friends who felt like family. All gone. Many of them were under sixty.  

And then, just days after this conversation, we learned that another family member had died unexpectedly at fifty-nine. Only a month earlier,I’dread that an old classmate of mine passed away at just twenty-three due to a medical emergency.  

When we picture our final years, we like to imagine ourselves as soft and wrinkled, smelling faintly of cookies, carefully handwriting birthday cards, andsigningthem with a gentle XOXO.It’ssobering to realize how fragile life and health can be, no matter our age. But the truth is that longevityisn’tguaranteed. And as proud as I am of the personI’vebecome and the milestonesI’vereached, I also know that I want to be more intentional about my own well-being — not someday, but now.  

Not everyone is lucky enough to grow old. Not everyone gets the luxury of “later.” And that’s why health and wellness matter, in all their forms. Caring for your body. Caring for your mind. Caring for the relationships that anchor you. Choosingwork thatdoesn’tdrain your spirit. Findingmovementyou enjoy. Eating meals that nourish you — and sometimes meals that simply bring you joy.Payingattention to the habits that make you feel genuinely well, not just “healthy” by someone else’s definition.  

Wedon’tget to control how long we have, but we can choose how we care for ourselves with the timewe’regiven.Let’smake the most of it. Cheers to 2026, and please enjoy our “Health & Wellness” issue! 

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Kelsey Winkeljohn

Kelsey Winkeljohn is the Associate Editor of COMO Magazine and COMO Business Times. She holds a B.A. in English–Creative Writing from Columbia College and, originally from Kansas City, has happily made Columbia her home. Kelsey brings her love of reading, writing, and visual storytelling to her work each day, helping shape stories that connect and inspire the community.