This year,
I choose myself.
Not in selfishness,
but in sacred self-love.
Not in neglect of others,
but in honor of my own becoming.
I release the weight of guilt
that once made me believe
rest was weakness
and boundaries were betrayal.
I now understand:
to love myself
is not to abandon the world—
it is to finally stand whole within it.
I will no longer perform my life
from obligation.
I will no longer give my days away
as proof of my goodness.
Whatever I choose to do,
I will do because my spirit says yes—
not because my heart was cornered by expectation.
I see now
how many put themselves first
while hiding behind the language of sacrifice.
I no longer compete with that illusion.
I simply choose honesty.
So I heal the hurt.
I forgive the past.
I release what no longer knows my name.
And I remember—
no matter what unfolds,
I must be my first priority.