Sacred Sunday | No New Years Resolutions

Intention only.

As the new year approaches, I’m noticing how much pressure gets placed on becoming someone “better.”

More disciplined. More productive. More impressive. More something.

I don’t feel called to that this year.

Resolutions have always felt like contracts written in a moment of judgment — a list of what needs fixing, correcting, improving. They assume we’re behind, or lacking, or somehow not enough.

That doesn’t resonate with me anymore.

What does resonate is intention. Not as a goal, but as a direction.

I’m not interested in doing more this year. I’m interested in noticing what actually expands my life.

What brings me closer to the people I love.What deepens my sense of connection — to myself, to others, to what feels meaningful.What creates joy without requiring me to prove anything.

That feels like a different starting point.

Instead of asking, What should I change about myself? I’m asking, What helps me feel more alive, more present, more at ease in my own skin?

Those answers don’t demand force.They invite honesty.

So as the year turns, I’m choosing to move toward what opens me rather than what shrinks me.Toward what feels true rather than what feels like performance.Toward a life that feels connected, not optimized.

No resolutions. Just intention —and the willingness to trust and follow where I am being guided.

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