This alarm went off at 5:17 every damn day in 2025… to the tune of Harry Styles’s “Golden.”

I hit snooze. Repeatedly.

I chose to keep working or scrolling, and put off giving myself care and attention in 9-minute increments — far too many times.

So no, this isn’t a “look how far I’ve come” post. It’s more like a line in the sand.

For a long time, deciding what was “enough” took all my internal alarms screaming. I was white-knuckling my way through, trying to force myself past exhaustion, believing there’s some perceived finish line where I could earn time to take care of my middle-aged body and life.

In a world where even billionaires don’t believe they have enough, we’ve been trained to think scarcity is the truth. That if we just work harder, achieve more, optimize better — then we’ll finally be enough.

But research shows that scarcity begets scarcity. The system is designed to keep us chasing.

Hitting burnout this year taught me something I didn’t want to learn the hard way: Enough means DECIDING to stop BEFORE you crash.

Enough now means loving myself completely — not waiting for someone else to tell me I’m good enough, smart enough, or worthy enough. Not outsourcing permission. Not earning rest through depletion.

If I could talk to the version of me hitting snooze in early 2025, I’d tell her this: You are enough. You are not too much. You are not too little. You are exactly you. Human. Beautifully flawed.

So this post isn’t a conclusion. It’s a commitment.

In 2026, I’m done snoozing through my own life.

If we’re lucky, we get another 365 days to try for better. I don’t want to sleepwalk through them.

Here’s to the year that passed — and the one ahead. Happy New Year. ❤️