New Year, New Focus: Making This Year About Me
I’ve never been a fan of “New Year’s resolutions.” Honestly, I’ve always found the idea of waiting until the calendar flips to make a change a bit arbitrary. Plus, I’m not exactly a holiday enthusiast. My husband and I joke that I’m the literal Grinch. The holidays have never felt the same for me, and I know a lot of it comes from past trauma. Sure, I still show up for family Christmas, do what’s expected, but ever since my mom got sick 15 years ago, something shifted in me. Honestly, I think it all started when my parents divorced 25 years ago, and that’s when Christmas began losing its spark. So here I am again, at the end of another year, still unsure if I want to make any resolutions. I can’t help but wonder if I’m just setting myself up for failure. After the chaos and upheaval I’ve faced this past year, I know something needs to change. I’m still carrying the weight of feeling like I’ve failed in some ways, especially after everything at work. The idea of setting a goal lik...