I'm Not Doing Resolutions (And You Don't Have To Either)
Tomorrow is January 1st. I'm not making resolutions. I'm not dragging 2025 regrets to the altar of self-improvement. Every single morning I wake up is a new year—not just when the culture says so.
I’m Not Waiting on a Calendar to Live My Life
Tomorrow is January 1st.
And let me tell you upfront: I’m not doing resolutions. I’m not making declarations. And I’m damn sure not dragging my 2025 regrets to the altar of some self-improvement ritual in order to be “ready” for 2026.
Because every single morning that I wake up is a new year—metaphorically and spiritually.
Not just January 1. Not when the culture says so. Not when everyone else is drinking green juice and vowing to “get serious.”
Every day I open my eyes is a new orbit around the sun of my own soul.
The idea of a “New Year” has always been arbitrary.
The Babylonians did it in the spring. The Romans picked January for political reasons—naming the month after Janus, the god with two faces: one looking back, one looking forward. Churches turned it into moral renewal. And by the 1800s, newspapers in Boston were already publishing “resolutions” and joking about how quickly we break them.
And yet here we are, centuries later, still clinging to this once-a-year permission slip as the one time it’s socially acceptable to start over.
But here’s the thing—I’m not interested in rituals I didn’t choose.
I’m not interested in being handed a “begin again” script by people who don’t even know why they’re handing it to me.
I’m grown. I get to begin again whenever I damn well please.
So do you.
The kind of work I do here—this daily writing, this practice of presence—isn’t about fixing yourself. It’s not about repenting for the “you” that failed last year.
It’s about listening to the version of you that’s been waiting to come alive.
And for most people, that only happens after something breaks. Loss. Exhaustion. A moment of collapse that finally silences the noise.
But it doesn’t have to be that way.
You can choose to reconnect instead of hitting rock bottom. You can choose to hear your soul without being brought to your knees first.
You don’t need a calendar to say “Now is the time.”
You just need a conversation with yourself that says: I’m ready. Let’s go.
So no—I’m not doing a year-end reflection. I’m not gathering up shame or pledging to be better next year. I’m not entering 2026 like a contestant in some cosmic self-improvement Olympics.
I’m waking up tomorrow the same way I wake up every day:
With breath.
With choice.
With enough presence to say, “This is my life.”
That’s the kind of reset I trust. Not the kind printed on a calendar, but the kind that rises from within.
If you’re tired of the old games, come sit with me here.
There’s nothing to fix. Nothing to prove. Just breath. Just presence. Just your own soul saying: Begin now.
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