It’s time for another monthly reset.
If you haven’t already, I shared a YouTube video walking through my reset in real time—if you want the unfiltered emotions, that’s where they live.
As always, we start with a look back.
Past Month Review | Jan 2026
January, if I’m being honest, wasn’t kind.
The first month of the year arrived heavy—bad news, shifting perspectives on the world, and personal challenges that seemed to stack themselves without warning. From where I stand, January didn’t just stumble; it hit hard. Here are a few of the realities that shaped that feeling:
- I had to replace the tires on my car, which ended up costing close to $1,000.
- I received a quote for two tooth removals totaling $3,400.
- And if you’ve been following along, you know I’m working toward moving out of my parents’ house by the end of this year.
The financial hits alone were enough to knock the wind out of me. January didn’t exactly leave me standing in a hopeful, optimistic place—it felt more like survival mode.
February Intentions
Still, as I step into February, I’m choosing something different.
I’m choosing hope. Or at least, the refusal to give up.
In the past, I’ve been guilty of letting one bad month define an entire year. I’ve said, “Yeah… this just isn’t my year,” and then quietly accepted that narrative. Looking back, I can see how that mindset—and the behavior that followed—may have kept me from pushing back, from fighting for the year to be decent, if not good.
This time, I’m not surrendering so easily.
Decluttering
For this month’s reset, I’ve decided to opt out of decluttering—and that choice is intentional. I have a major event happening at work, I’m navigating unexpected financial burdens, and I’m constantly in motion. Right now, a declutter feels less like healing and more like another task on an already full plate.
While I do crave moments of stillness—space to clear my thoughts and reset mentally—I don’t believe a physical declutter would serve me in this season. I know myself. I know that if I declutter today, tomorrow the chaos would return. And oddly enough, I’m okay with that.
I function well in organized chaos.
Sometimes, when my physical space is a little messy, my mind feels freer. I’m putting things down, jotting thoughts onto paper, letting my brain empty itself without judgment. It’s a quiet form of release—a way of giving my thoughts somewhere to live outside of me so I can keep moving forward.
February doesn’t need perfection.
It needs intention, resilience, and grace.
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