The Year of You

Dear friends,

If you’ve been with us for a while, you know I’ve got a thing about resolutions. They can be so arbitrary. They can put so much pressure on us. They can make us seem set up to fail. No, thank you!

This year, I want to reframe all that. What about resolutions that don’t feel like punishment–but instead feel like permission? Permission to fuck up, permission not to be perfect, permission to keep trying, permission to not be so hard on myself, permission to give myself a clean slate, permission to ignore all those external pressures and let myself decide what’s important. That’s the confidence I’m after in 2026.

I like myself so much better when I don’t feel like I’m striving to be everything all at once, chasing the shoulda couldas and seeking external validation. It’s exhausting, that chasing–and when you do get it, it’s all too fleeting. In January, I want to let go of that tension and remember that I’m in charge here. 

When I stop asking for permission, I start living more authentically, joyfully, confidently. Here’s to cultivating that confidence together. 

Take care,

Brooke