I’ve historically been the goal-setting type, excited about the fresh feeling of a new year. But as we welcome 2025, I don’t feel my usual level of enthusiasm. I’d typically read too much into that, trying to dissect the “why,” but I’ve decided to instead use one of my least favorite phrases: it is what it is.

As each calendar year ends, I’m often bewildered: “Where did the year go?” This was different, though, in that 2024 felt like the longest year of my life—the Year of the Leg. I believe that’s largely because each day was a countdown to the magical day when my leg would be officially healed. So, in a sense, I viewed each day as an obstacle—a slog—rather than an opportunity to thrive. I’ve always placed great emphasis on “doing,” and, throughout my impatient countdown, I struggled to embrace the concept of just “being.”

With that in mind, one of my biggest aims for the new year is to embrace simply being. I was chilling on the couch with the dogs the other day and had a surprising moment of clarity. In that brief instant, I didn’t feel like there was anything else I *should* be doing. This might not sound monumental to most, but for me, it was huge. I gave myself permission to just be—even though it was fleeting,  

I hope to experience many more of those moments this year.

Welcome to twenty twenty thrive—where thriving might look a lot like resting. 

Sending love to you all.