I’ve always loved this time of year. There’s something about the idea of a fresh new start that makes me feel focused, renewed, motivated — ready to set goals and smash them.
But this year I don’t feel invigorated. I just feel kind of lost.
This season of my life has been really, really hard, and I can’t say I’m rising to the challenges. I’m barely holding up under the weight of parenthood, work, money stress, and some really unsustainable schedules. It’s a grind that a zillion people would recognize, or even envy. But lately I find myself questioning if I’m as strong as those people.
I want to shake myself out of it and get back to work becoming the person I want to be. But every time I think about it, my mind goes blank.
What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
In the past, I always knew *exactly* what was holding me back in life. My weight has been a dependable scapegoat, and every January 1, like clockwork, I’d turn toward the bathroom scale with laser focus. The question was never if I needed a diet, but which diet would be the one that would finally make my life whole. If I could just hit my goal weight, finally I could enter the secret portal of happiness available only to skinny people.
That’s one thing that’s so intoxicating about dieting: the clarity of purpose. Ditching the diet life has opened me up to so much joy, spontaneity, and peace that I never knew I was missing. But as unhealthy as it was, I wish I could find something else that would drive me in the way that dieting once did. I really admire people who have endless energy in the pursuit of something they love, whether it’s a career or a hobby or activism or service, and I’ve always hoped that one day I’d find mine.
But I’m still looking. And maybe you are too. Creating a life that feels whole is a lifelong pursuit, and clarity doesn’t follow the date on the calendar.
If you’re feeling adrift, you’re not alone. Let’s sit with this together. I hope your year is filled with patience and grace, and I hope mine is too.