Happy New Year?

I like fresh starts.

Fresh notebooks, fresh calendars, fresh sheets on the bed.

I guess I just like the idea of starting anew.

I fall into the notion of a new start every new year, and this year’s no different.

This year I’m going to be different!

I’m aware it’s a trap.

But still.

I plan for a smaller body, a bigger heart, better work, a bunch of things I’ll start doing, and a bunch of things I’ll stop doing.

It’s a trap.

I know it is.

It’s my perfectionism acting out in my head.

I’ll stop.

I don’t need to plan everything out.

Maybe it’s enough to just remember to accept myself as I am.

And what if I snuck in some celebration, hmmm …


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