January 15, 2026

Jump in with Jacob 15 January

It was my turn to be the birthday boy last Friday as the clock struck 25 for yours truly.

Where on earth did the time go?

I'm at the age where birthdays begin to feel a little more somber than jovial. Instead of a worry-free day of presents and cake, it now marks another year gone by… and one fewer ahead.

Maybe I'm being dramatic.

But it always begs the questions: am I maximising myself—my life? Am I doing enough? Am I enjoying what I'm doing?

And these aren't inherently bad questions. In fact, I think it's imperative we ask ourselves these things. In that way, each birthday serves as an inbuilt reminder to check in with myself, and as I do check in and look back at what I've achieved, what I am achieving, and what's in store, I feel proud, grateful, and gratified. And old.

I'm also at the age where people have begun lumping both my Christmas and birthday presents together.

Get lost.

Whether I’m five or fifty, I’ll always love—and expect—presents. For both events. Write that down for next year, which, at the rate time’s been moving, will be here by the time this thing is even printed.