Hello, January. We need to talk. But before I begin, I need you to know that the first pieces of these thoughts formed years ago. I was just never brave enough to confront you. January, you are beautiful but dangerous. You are a reason to procrastinate. You are an enabler.
You never accepted my relationship with change, constantly sabotaging it with excuses. By keeping the chance of failure far from sight, you’ve slowed my personal growth. I resent you for that.
January, I can’t overthink your expectations anymore. I analyze myself enough as it is. I don’t need your bandwagon of resolution seekers to help me figure out what I need to change. What if I don’t desire drastic? What if I choose to simply maintain?
January, my strength is greater than your need to control thanks to eleven other months. I just can’t wait for you anymore. A new start or small change is going to happen from now on when I want it to. It’s not you, it’s me.
Good things come to those who wait. Great things come to those who don’t when it comes to self care.
YOU are a treasure!