December Reflections: The Art of Letting Go & Creating Space for the Woman You're Becoming
December always does this thing where everything speeds up... the holiday plans, the pressure and deadlines, the emotions of being home with family and knowing I am going to say goodbye again soon... And at the same time, I naturally start reflecting on my year. I look at who I’ve been, who I’m becoming, and what I want for myself. And I love that part of this month... But in these reflections, I am seeing a truth that I can’t ignore: I can’t become the next version of myself if I’m still holding onto the old one. She was built for a different chapter of my life, and I’m not in that chapter anymore. One thing I’ve really had to face this year is how easily I distract myself from the things that actually matter. I’ll tell myself I’m “busy,” or I “don’t have time,” when really, I’m avoiding the thing that scares me. I can look back and see so many moments where instead of working on something important, something that mattered to me, something that asked more of me... I’d drift into tasks that felt easier, safer, less confronting. And underneath all of that? Fear. Fear of being seen. Fear of putting out something imperfect. Fear of stepping into the version of me who actually wants more. I’m realizing I can’t take that with me into 2026. It's time to let go, and create space for the next version of me. I’m letting go of the feeling that everything needs to be perfect before I share it. I’m letting go of the habit of hiding behind “busyness.” I’m letting go of the tightness in my chest that tells me, “Don’t try this yet. It’s not ready. You’re not ready.” Letting go, for me, has shown up in these tiny, honest moments where I can feel my old pattern activate. It’s a real physical thing, the tightness in my chest, that wave of anxiety right before I say yes to something I don’t have capacity for… or right before I avoid something I actually want. And it’s in those moments that I see the truth: I can’t choose differently if I’m not present, and I can't let go if I keep choosing the old patterns.