the year's end

I don’t believe in new year’s resolutions because I don’t think we should wait for the calendar to tell us when to better ourselves and our lives. We can do it whenever the hell we want. Any time, any moment we can make a change. I also feel like resolutions often end up forcing us to look at ourselves from a place of lack. They can make us feel like before we even embark on a new year we are already lacking, already trying to play catch up to a better version of ourselves.

One of the biggest takeaways I got from last year was that strength and bravery can be found in letting go. Little did I know, I’d have a lot more letting go to do this year. Letting go of life as I’d grown to know it and letting go of every single expectation I had for myself in 2020. This year I learned that sometimes it’s not about having more, being better, or the things we gain or want to add to our life. But it’s more about what we let go of. How we loosen our grip and open space to evolve past the very thing we thought we needed or wanted. It’s about simplifying and needing less in order to feel more. It’s allowing ourselves to not be weighed down by all the things that have piled onto our hearts this year. How can we let go of what no longer serves us (or never did) so that we can feel lighter? That’s the question I’m asking myself during this year’s end. What can I strip away?