The new year always comes with this unspoken pressure to change, be better, be different, be new. People set resolutions, rebrand themselves, and act like flipping the calendar automatically resets who they are. But for me? I still feel like the same person I was last year. Same personality, same habits, same struggles.
Maybe I expected some kind of shift, some realization that would make everything feel fresh. But the truth is, the past doesn’t just disappear overnight. It lingers. It sticks to you like an old song you can’t get out of your head.
And yet, despite feeling like nothing has changed, I still have hope. Hope that things can get better, even if I don’t feel brand new. Hope that I’ll figure things out, even if I don’t have all the answers now. Maybe change doesn’t happen in a single moment, maybe it’s slow, creeping in when we least expect it.
So this year, I’m not aiming for a “new me.” I’m just trying to trust myself a little more, be patient with my own growth, and believe that, eventually, things will shift. It’s okay if I don’t feel different right now. Maybe, in time, I will.
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