I can say with confidence that I’m emotionally and mentally in a better place this January than I was last January 2025.

My emotions were dysregulated then. I was anxiety-ridden, and I was scared (and this is me putting it mildly).
In Atlas of the Heart, Brené Brown notes that when we’re hopeful, we’re more likely to set goals and have faith in our capability to achieve them.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I lacked clarity.
I was also hesitant to dream; afraid of disappointments. Keeping my expectations low felt safer.

The truth is that not much has changed in light of what I want. I’m still uncertain. However, it doesn’t hold me captive anymore.

Am I still scared? Yes. Often.

New year, new me? I don’t think so. Much of it is the same.

I’ve looked my demons in the face and made peace with them. Some I’ve accepted to live in harmony with, and some I’ve bade goodbye to.

One thing that gnaws in my heart is living with authenticity (we’re back again, and hopefully, we stay on track). I have no resolutions to change myself. I do not want to.

Well, if there is a resolution, it is to be myself – not a new version, but the self I abandoned.