I have a love/hate relationship with the end of the year. I love how slow it feels; I love the ritual of packing up beloved Christmas ornaments and clearing space for new trinkets and toys. I love the anticipation of a new year about to begin and the quiet moments of reflection. I love buying a bouquet of flowers just because it's time for something new and alive.
On the other hand, I hate how high-pressure beginning a new year can feel. It's this time of year that the siren of perfectionism and sky-high goals can come calling, leaving me feeling defeated before the ball drops.Read More