'Tis the Season To Resolve (Me)
reminders, targets, and hopes for the New Year
There is always something to look forward to or hope for.
What if it all works out?
Every moment is a second chance.
Non-doing is my new self care goal.
Take the shit. If I can’t stop them dumping, I can refuse to swallow.
Yell, shake, run, growl, jump, dance—give my body daily steam vents.
Therapy. It’s time for the real work to begin.
Write. Start something new. Journal, dreams, stream-of-conscious, write.
End the day with herbal tea and a book.
NO is a magic spell that allows me to spend my energy wisely.
Turn the notifications off, it’s fine; essential people call if they need me.
Yearly goals are not pass/fail. Two weeks of a good habit is still beneficial.
Forgive but don’t try to forget; the lesson will stay as long as I need it.
I can both love myself and my body AND work to change things about me.
Venting is fine, but doesn’t make a healthy foundation for friendship.
Everything ends. Enjoy, and let go. Suffer, and let go. I will be fine.
Happy Twenty Twenty-five everyone, and may this be a year of beauty, growth, and empowerment!