I asked someone today how they feel about a new year starting, and they said they’re not really a resolutions person. It was fascinating to notice that the word resolutions is not in my vocabulary.

For me, the word resolutions feels like it carries a lot of weight and pressure. It can feel overwhelming and rigid, as opposed to open and expansive.

For me, the new year is an external marker that invites me to reflect, regroup, and reset where needed. These words feel lighter and part of an ongoing conversation.

I do think about the upcoming year, my vision, and my goals, but it’s from a place of ease and excitement. It’s from a place of wanting to be true to myself, love myself better, and live an intentionally meaningful life in the days to come.

Whatever language resonates for you, here’s to the invitations of a new year, or new seasons if you’re reading this later in the year.

May we be kind to ourselves as we reflect.
May we believe in ourselves as we dream.
May we commit to ourselves as we move forward.