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.
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 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 …