January 1st has always been my tradition.

No cleaning.

No laundry.

No rushing.

I follow a personal tradition of honoring the first day with stillness instead of productivity. Yesterday was filled with slow coffee, a good book, uplifting documentaries I’d been meaning to watch, a lovely dinner, and a quiet night that felt exactly right.

I enjoyed it so much that I’ve decided this won’t just be a New Year’s practice anymore. I’m going to do this on the first day of each month—a day that gives me permission to do nothing, reset my energy, and begin again gently.

You don’t have to wait for a new year to start fresh.

Every new month is a beginning.

Every new day can be, too.

Maybe it’s something worth trying.

A pause.

A breath.

A day that’s just for you.

~Anne Dennish~