Tag: healthy boundaries

2026 – My year of self-care

This year, I resolve to turn inward with intention, not avoidance.

I will:

  • Let myself rest without guilt, understanding that rest is productive when healing and clarity are required.
  • Honor my grief in whatever form it shows up, without rushing it or explaining it away.
  • Choose peace over being right, and disengage from arguments that cost me my calm.
  • Set firmer boundaries—not as punishment, but as protection.
  • Trust my instincts, even when others question them.
  • Release responsibility for fixing people or situations that are not mine to carry.
  • Make space for joy without waiting for permission, even in the midst of hard seasons.
  • Speak to myself with the same kindness I offer others, especially on the days I fall short.
  • Celebrate progress, not perfection.
  • Believe that good things can arrive softly, without chaos or struggle attached.

This year isn’t about becoming someone new.

It’s about returning to myself—steadier, braver, and more at ease.

See you next year!

Clearing the Garden

My mind is a garden, tender and wide,
where bright blooms flourish when given the sky.
But shadows creep in, with thorn and with weed,
draining the roots of the light that I need.

I’ve learned to be gentle, yet firm with my ground,
to pull up the voices that drag spirits down.
The ones who bring poison, resentment, and spite,
I lay at the gate, and I turn toward the light.

For peace is a harvest, not gathered by chance,
but grown when we guard what deserves to advance.
In silence and sunlight, the soul can repair—
once freed from the weight of a toxic despair.

So I tend to my garden with patience and care,
inviting in kindness, refusing what tears.
For preserving my spirit means learning to see:
Not all who approach are meant to grow with me.

*** I haven’t been online much, unless I’ve been working on things. I haven’t been in the mood or in the correct space to share my thoughts and feelings. The past 4 months have been a challenge and continue to wear me down. However, I have decided to weed my garden of negativity and poison, and plant beauty, kindness, and love in their place.

Grief sucks. Grief brings out the best and the worst in us. I choose to turn my grief into positive memories. It will take a while, but I’m determined to remember to be kind and not let other’s actions and words ruin my happy memories.

Miss you Mom and Dad.