There’s something about the changing season that makes it easier to try. Easier to start over. Easier to believe that a small shift today could lead to something bigger tomorrow.

This past week, I’ve been doing the work. I’ve started moving my body again. For now, that looks like cardio, but it’s more than just a workout. It’s a signal to myself that I’m ready to take care of this body and this mind in a deeper way. I’ve also made some changes to habits that weren’t healthy. I’m shifting toward more whole foods and cutting way back—if not cutting out completely—on added sugar, processed foods, and alcohol. It hasn’t been long, but it’s already making a difference. I feel better. Clearer. More aware. And that’s enough to keep going.

Maybe it’s the sunlight or the fresh air or the hint of spring that’s waking something up in me. A reminder that I want to feel good. That I deserve to. That being kind to myself isn’t just about rest or words. It’s about action too.

I know this is just the beginning. And I also know it won’t always feel this easy. It won’t always be spring. Which is why I’m writing this now. I’m sharing this for accountability. Putting it out in the world will help me come back to it in the colder months. On the harder days. When I forget what it feels like to be in tune with myself.

I want this to be the season I start living like I believe in my own well-being. This blog is one way I’m showing up for my mental health. Writing helps me release what I hold inside. Moving my body helps me reconnect. I want to feel mentally sharp, physically strong, and fully present—not just for a season, but for the life I want to live.

The work won’t always be perfect. A treat here and there is healthy too, and I won’t beat myself up over it. I’ll just get back on track the very next day. Every ounce of effort is worth it—for me. And you can do the same, for you. I believe in myself. I believe in you.