So lately, I’ve returned to two old habits I used to have and somehow lost along the way: using a planner 📘 and keeping a daily journal ✍️.

I didn’t want to call them resolutions, because I’m pretty sure that word is cursed. The moment you call something a resolution, it feels doomed to fail.

Turns out, I didn’t even need the dreaded word. Because here we are, three weeks in… and I’m already “failing.” 😅
I skipped plenty of days in my daily journal, and I even went a full week without opening my planner. And yes, that includes weeks where I had actual plans and events written in it.

Not to mention all the other things I wanted to do before the new year, like decluttering and putting stuff away, that I very much did not get around to.

The difference this year is that I knew this was going to happen. This was never about never skipping a day. It was about giving myself grace and coming back to the practice. 💛

When I was younger, I learned to meditate, which is basically just sitting there and thinking about nothing. Have you ever tried that? It’s surprisingly hard. No to-do lists. No bills. No “what’s for dinner?” thoughts. No-thing. 🧠💭

Inevitably, the mind wanders. And that’s the whole point. Meditation isn’t about stopping thoughts forever. It’s about noticing them, letting them drift by, and gently returning to the blank. Again. And again. And again.

That’s what I’m going to do here.

(Pictured: My new-stationery drawers that I was supposed to declutter…)

So I won’t get angry. I won’t berate myself. And I won’t spend three hours on a Sunday trying to fill in every missed day.

I’ll simply return to the practice, exactly where I am.

Because there’s only one real way to fail.

It’s giving up. ✨