There comes a moment, usually near the end of the year, when you realize you are tired. Not nap tired.
LBut soul tired.

The kind of tired that comes from carrying anger, hurt, old conversations, imagined rebuttals, and people who no longer deserve front-row seating in your mind.

It’s almost the New Year.
And I’ve decided I’m done lugging emotional baggage that doesn’t even have my name on it.

Letting go is not weakness.
It’s not denial. It’s not pretending something didn’t hurt.

Letting go is saying that I refuse to live my life on a revenge arc.

Because here’s the thing psychologists don’t always say out loud. Revenge is noisy. It’s distracting. And it keeps you spiritually tethered to people who already showed you who they are.

Why stay rooted in the past, replaying scenes where you were wronged, misunderstood, dismissed, or underestimated? Why give your energy to those who would happily see you stuck as well as angry, reactive, and orbiting them instead of yourself?

No. Thank. You.

I’ve learned that peace is not passive. It’s chosen. It requires strength. Boundaries.
And a deeply centered belief in who you are; especially when others tried to shake it.

So yes, I’m letting go of the anger.
The hurt. The pain that once felt necessary to hold onto because it proved I cared.

I cared. I learned. I moved on.

Those who wished me ill? They can stay exactly where they belong: in the past. Not in my head. Not in my nervous system. Not living rent-free in my thoughts.

Frankly, they can go live rent-free in their own garbage.

I’m happier now. Calmer. Clearer.
Not because life is perfect but because I no longer fall prey to the menace of other people’s projections, insecurities, or cruelty.

Strength, I’ve learned, is quiet.
It doesn’t clap back. It walks away.

So here’s my New Year intention, spoken plainly and without apology.

Bye to the haters.
You don’t get my energy.
You don’t get my time.
And you sure as hell don’t get space in my mind.

I’m letting go.
And I’m walking forward lighter.