The New Year of Less

Hey girlfriend,

December just started,

which means the New Year is beginning to dawn.

Resolutions are coming,

as they always do,

but before you gather a list of things to start,

pause and ask yourself:

What things should I stop?

Every year, we promise ourselves newness

only to abandon them shortly after the ball drop.

Not out of laziness,

not out of a lack of desire,

but because we never set a foundation

for our dreams to actually grow on.

Someone once shared the wise words:

Peace is a subtraction problem.

This year, my resolution isn’t addition..

it’s subtraction:

to cut the clutter

and free myself of the chaos.

The habits that make life hard,

the patterns that keep me pained.

Peace is not earned,

it’s unearthed.

You do not gain peace by doing more,

you uncover it from all the mess

that makes you feel overwhelmed,

and out of alignment.

If you want a lighter body,

don’t run to the gym.

Begin in the kitchen

where your daily choices

become your destiny.

If you crave productivity,

your solution may not be a new agenda,

but the discipline to end

the endless scroll

that steals your time in exchange for nothing.

If you want earlier mornings,

honor yourself with more meaningful nights.

Create a bedtime ritual

that respects tomorrow’s version of you.

If you want to save money,

have fewer hauls,

lessen your impulses.

Understand that those moments

are you trying to buy a feeling

that you can create within.

If you want more love and patience,

don’t force it.

Step away from the people and places

that test your boundaries

and strip you of your peace.

All of these small subtractions

are indirect habits

that guide you directly to

the life you’re trying to create.

In 2026,

we’re not placing bandages on things

and calling it “better.”

No more quick fixes.

We are healing.

Slowly, steadily,

from the inside out.

Because no house stands

on an unsteady foundation.

And you are building something sacred.

So as you map out your new year,

remember:

every dream needs space to bloom.

Clear the soil.

Pull the weeds.

Let go of what has finished its season.

Ask yourself not what you want to begin,

but what you’re finally brave enough

to end.

Until next time, xx