I can already feel it, 2026 is going to be a quick one.
January slipped past without much noise and before I know it, it’s already February. Days quietly stacking on top of each other. What makes it feel even more real is the fact that I haven’t even started filling up my planner yet. The pages are still blank. No colour-coded plans. No carefully written goals. No neat schedules telling me where I should be or what I should be doing next. And for once, I don’t feel rushed to change that.
There was a time when an empty planner in February would have stressed me out. It would have felt like I was already behind. Late to start, late to catch up, late to keep up with the pace of the year.
But this time feels different. Maybe it’s because life has taught me that time doesn’t always move according to plans. It speeds up when we’re busy. It slows down when we least expect it. And sometimes, it simply moves on whether we’re ready or not.
2026 already feels like one of those years that will move quickly, not because it’s full, but because it’s quietly unfolding. The kind of year that won’t announce itself loudly, but will be felt deeply once it’s gone.
So for now, the planner can wait.
There’s comfort in letting the year arrive at its own pace. In allowing space for days that don’t need to be documented or scheduled. In trusting that when the time feels right, the pages will fill maybe not perfectly, but meaningfully.
If this year is going to fly, I want to remember it not by how full my planner was, but by how present I allowed myself to be. 🩷
