Resolutions for 2026

The Year I Actually Have Something to “Resolve”

Every year I make the same joke: my resolution is to lose weight, then I shrug dramatically, mutter “ope,” and declare I’ll try again next year once it inevitably fizzles out by the seventh sunrise.

But this year?
This year I hit the damn goal.
The mythical, elusive, finally-my-body-feels-like-mine-again number.

So now what?

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Dragging 2025’s Baggage Into the Coven

I’m stepping into 2026 with a couple of heavy bags slung over my shoulder — the kind you don’t get to check or gate-tag and leave behind.

My second divorce? Nearly stamped and sealed.
My second bankruptcy? Wrapping up its final little performance, too.

Not exactly the glittering confetti most people bring to a new year…but it’s my truth. And honestly? It feels less like failure and more like clearing space. Like sweeping out the attic before you fill it with heirlooms that actually matter.

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My “Resolution”: Call It a Goal, a Spell, a Soft Promise

I don’t know if this qualifies as a resolution. It feels bigger than that. Less “New Year, New Me” and more “New Year, Finally Me.”

My goal for 2026 is simple:

I want to heal.

Not slap a band-aid over the damage. Not pretend I’m fine.
Actually heal.

I want stability for my girls and for myself.
I want soft days, safe routines, belly laughs, and a home that feels like the three of us built it out of love and ridiculous inside jokes.

I want to enjoy motherhood without surviving through it.

I want Evie and Ellie to look back on their childhood and remember a mother who showed up — even when she was tired, even when she was rebuilding, even when she was doing it all on her own.

And One Goal Just for Me

Motherhood is always my #1.
But this year…I want one thing that belongs to me.

I want to finish one of my books.

Not outline it.
Not half-write it.
Not promise it to myself in a flurry of inspiration and then get pulled under by life.

Actually. Finish. A book.

To close the last page and know I created something that outlived the chaos.

2026: The Year of Steady Magic

So no, I’m not reinventing myself.
I’m not manifesting a yacht or a perfect routine or inner peace by February.

I’m choosing something quieter. Something truer.

Healing. Stability. Joy. Creativity.
A childhood my girls deserve.
A chapter I deserve.

Here’s to a year of real magic — the kind you earn, not the kind you wish for. ✨