New year knocks with glittered shoes,
Carrying planners, goals, and grand debut cues.
Resolutions line up, well-dressed, tall,
āNew me, new habits, Iāll do it all!ā
Gym shoes whisper from dusty shelves,
Journals promise reinvented selves.
Monday smiles, January swears,
āThis time Iāll change, Iām fully prepared.ā
But life chuckles softly, stirring its tea,
āDear heart, why wait for a calendar key?ā
You donāt need fireworks, a flawless start,
You only need courageāand an honest heart.
Start where you are, not where you pretend,
Not at the finish, not around the bend.
If all you have is tired and trying,
Thatās still a beginningāstop underestimating.
If your best today is getting out of bed,
Or choosing kindness over words unsaid,
That counts. Oh yes, it truly does.
Progress doesnāt always arrive with a buzz.
Rome wasnāt built with a vision board,
Nor was peace found by racing toward.
It grows quietly, one small brave act,
One step that says, āThis is where Iām at.ā
So make resolutions, dream big, aim high,
But donāt miss the magic passing by.
Before chasing stars or a brand-new plan,
Start right here⦠right now⦠just as you can.
⨠Thought to ponder:
What if the most powerful resolution isnāt changing everythingā
but gently beginning with what you already are?

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