Dear January,
This New Year didn’t start off the way I’d hoped—far from it. New Year’s Day didn’t bring the promise, excitement, or hope for the year ahead that I usually look forward to. It didn’t feel refreshing or renewing.
On New Year’s Eve, as I was heading out the door to show new clients a gorgeous Tudor home, I noticed Cece wasn’t quite herself. By the time I got home, it was clear: she was coming down with something. I tucked her in and snuggled up, only to wake up later that night with a fever and body aches myself.
What followed was about 7 or 8 days of some sort of flu. Cece was a trooper and seemed to have a mild case, but it hit me hard.
So here we are, January 8th. Physically, I’m much better, but mentally? I still feel like I’m in a fog. Motivation is nowhere to be found, and I haven’t even begun to think about my hopes/goals/plans for 2025.
If you’re feeling the same way, you’re not alone. So here’s your permission slip:
You don’t have to post about how incredible 2024 was, especially if it wasn’t.
You don’t have to have your 2025 planned out with goals and action steps, especially if your brain is still in a post holiday winter haze.
You don’t have to compare your life to everyone else’s highlight reel. Setting boundaries to protect your mind and your heart is OK…and necessary.
For me, January has never been a month of transformation. The holidays are over, and we’re smack in the middle of winter. Here in Syracuse, that means gray skies, biting cold, and plenty of snow. This is hibernation season—a time for rest and reflection.
So instead of beating myself up for not being “new year, new me” material, I’ve decided to lean into the season. Rest and reflection it is.
Here’s what I’ve learned so far, reflecting on the rough start to 2025:
Moving slowly with no expectations feels really good.
Decluttering and deep-cleaning my house, one room at a time, is surprisingly therapeutic.
Podcasts are my actual besties. They keep me company on these dreary days.
Chill jazz while washing dishes after dinner? Underrated.
Classic Disney movies are timeless. Cece and I loved watching Cinderella and Snow White together while under the weather.
Phew. That feels a little better already.
Maybe there’s a reason we were forced to slow down this first week of 2025. I’m feeling extra grateful for my health after last week and excited to ease into this new year and new season—unashamed and unhurried.
How are you feeling about 2025?
Sincerely, Sara
