I’m not making a New Year’s resolution this year.

Not because I don’t care.
Not because I’ve lost momentum.
But because I’m choosing something different.

My “resolution,” if you can even call it that, is acceptance
acceptance of where I am,
acceptance of this season,
acceptance of the moment in front of me exactly as it is.

Last year, Acceptance was my word.
And I lived it… imperfectly, honestly, fully.

This year, that word hasn’t disappeared.

It’s softened.
It’s deepened.
It has melted into something new.

This year, my word is Chosen.

And what that means for me right now is this:
I was chosen for this moment in time.

Not a quieter one.
Not an easier one.
Not a future version where everything finally slows down.

This one.

The past season has been full.

We moved our clinic, a massive transition that required vision, coordination, patience, and more decisions than I can count. I orchestrated the process developing, designing, organizing, holding the vision, and making sure all the pieces moved together.

I had the help of our wonderful Just Be Well team (Ashley, Gina, and Carol) and I’m deeply grateful for them. At the same time, the responsibility ultimately rested with me.

Simultaneously, I’ve been creating our Functional Nursing course with INCA. While Tom has contributed to specific assignments from my direction, I’ve held responsibility for the overall direction and design, shaping the course from the ground up and carrying both the vision and the details.

There is a lot going on.
I have every right to feel overwhelmed.

But I’m not.

How?

Presence.

In past years, this is where I might have told myself I needed a resolution.

Something to fix.
Something to improve.
A way to get ahead of the busyness.

But this year feels different.

This year, I’m not resolving to become someone new or a better version.
I’m choosing to be present with who I already am.

Chosen doesn’t mean complacent.

It doesn’t mean I stop caring, creating, or leading.

It means I stop disappearing inside what I’m building.

It means allowing this season to be demanding and meaningful without layering guilt or urgency on top of it. It means trusting that I don’t need to rush my way out of a moment that is actively shaping me.

Presence is my practice this year.

Not perfection.
Not productivity.
Presence.

To wake up and meet the day instead of bracing for it.
To honor what I’ve created without minimizing it.
To let acceptance do what it was always meant to do and make space for embodiment.

I don’t need a resolution to fix myself.

I need permission to stand where I already am.

This January, I’m choosing acceptance
and I’m letting it become Chosen.

Chosen for this work.
Chosen for this season.
Chosen for this moment in time.

I am enough.

-Elizabeth