This year, I’m not making resolutions rooted in punishment or pressure. I’m not chasing a “new me” or measuring success by how much I can endure.
This year, I’m choosing health in its truest form—mind, body, and soul—working together instead of competing for attention.
Because when one suffers, they all feel it.
For My Mind
This year, I resolve to be kinder to my thoughts.
I will notice when my inner voice turns harsh and meet it with curiosity instead of shame. I will stop treating rest like a reward and start seeing it as a necessity. I will protect my mental space by setting boundaries—around my time, my energy, and the stories I tell myself.
I resolve to ask for help when my mind feels heavy instead of convincing myself I have to carry everything alone.
For My Body
This year, I resolve to listen.
I will move my body in ways that feel supportive, not punishing. I will honor what my body asks for—rest when it’s tired, nourishment when it’s depleted, care when it’s hurting.
I will stop measuring my body by appearance and start respecting it for everything it carries me through. Healing, strength, and softness can exist at the same time.
For My Soul
This year, I resolve to make space.
Space for creativity, for quiet, for grief, and for joy. I will allow myself moments of stillness without guilt. I will seek connection—with nature, with art, with people who see me as I am.
I will stop abandoning my soul in the name of productivity and start treating it as essential, not optional.
For the Whole of Me
I resolve to remember that balance is not a destination—it’s a practice. Some days my mind will need more care, some days my body, some days my soul. That doesn’t mean I’m failing. It means I’m listening.
This year, health looks like alignment.
Like compassion.
Like choosing myself even when it’s uncomfortable.
I don’t need to become someone else to be healthier.
I just need to show up—mind, body, and soul—again and again.
Crow and Flame 