Welcome to day 10 of my experiment: Going through the Valley of Despair.

This end of the year, I loosened my grip.

For the first time in many years, I’m not rushing to please anyone — not even myself. I’m not scrambling to close out goal lists. I’m not trying to anticipate the future. Nor am I helping raise my cortisol.

This year, I adjusted my expectations. I let go of control.

This year, I’m improvising.

It will be whatever it turns out to be.
Without guilt.
Without haste.
Without obligations.

This year, I choose to protect my mental health above anything else.
I choose rest over performance.
I choose the spontaneous over ritual.

If you’re like me — someone who feels the need to control every detail and follow all the year-end rituals — it might be worth trying, at least once:
Not organizing.
Not predicting.
Not optimizing.

It’s uncomfortable at first. But it’s surprisingly liberating.

Till tomorrow,