✨ Things I’m Letting Go Before 2026
BIBIDI BOBODI BOO !
A soft chapter from a girl who finally learned to take care of her own light.
Some days feel like pages from a book I’ve read too many times. Familiar, comforting, but no longer helping me grow. And before the new year finds me, I want to gently lay those pages down, one by one, and choose a softer story for myself.
This isn’t a goodbye to anyone.
It’s simply a hello to a version of me I’ve kept waiting.
1. The Weight of Being “The Strong One”
In every story, there’s always that character who listens, who cheers, who becomes the quiet backbone for everyone else.
Somehow… that became me.
I don’t regret it.
I love deep, and I care loudly even when my voice shakes.
But sometimes, while giving soft advice to others, I’d leave tiny clues in the conversation or little hints that I, too, was tired. And somehow those hints floated past unnoticed, like soft ribbons carried away by the wind.
It’s not anyone’s fault.
Life makes us all a little blind sometimes.
Still, the truth hums quietly inside me:
strong people get tired too.
And this year, I’m learning that taking care of myself isn’t selfish.
It’s survival.
It’s softness.
It’s sacred.
2. Guilt, in All Its Quiet Forms
I’m letting go of guilt the way one lets go of petals in a river... slowly, lovingly, letting the water carry it away.
Guilt for resting.
Guilt for being tired.
Guilt for not being the superhero every hour of the day.
Guilt for feeling like the “second stop” in someone’s life.
Guilt for forgetting gratitude, and forgetting God, and forgetting myself.
Guilt has never made me kinder.
Only smaller.
So I’m letting guilt go, and replacing it with grace.
3. Circles That Don’t Fit My Spirit
If my heart were a garden, I’d want flowers that grow with intention
people who water themselves, who reflect, who pause, who apologise, who evolve.
Not clingy, but present.
Not loud, but genuine.
Not perfect, but honest.
I want friendships that feel like warm sunshine
steady, comforting, rooted.
Not because anyone is bad,
but because not every aura aligns with my softness anymore.
4. Expectations That Feel Too Heavy for My Shoulders
I’m learning that being known doesn’t mean being owned.
And just because I’ve been strong before, doesn’t mean I must carry everything again.
I’m letting go of roles I never applied for
the “always available one,”
the “problem fixer,”
the safe box where people place their storm clouds.
I can love you,
and still protect my peace.
Both can coexist.
5. Spending for the Moment Instead of the Future
There’s a version of me who buys fun before needs
the girl who says, “later I’ll figure it out” while the numbers sigh in the background.
She’s cute, she’s spontaneous…
but she’s stealing from the woman I’m trying to become.
2026 is for mindful abundance.
For being the girl who builds.
For saving, keeping, planning.
My money is not running away..š
it just needs me to hold it with more intention.
6. The Insecurity of Not Being Enough
For years I kept measuring myself with a ruler that wasn’t even mine.
Too quiet for some,
too soft for others,
too strong for people who needed someone weaker to feel okay.
But here’s the quiet truth:
I am not meant to be “enough” for everyone.
I am meant to be enough for myself,
and for the people whose souls match mine.
7. The Comfort That Isn’t Growth
Sometimes the hardest thing to let go is the thing that feels familiar
an old mindset, an old rhythm, an old version of me who just wanted to survive.
But surviving isn’t the same as living.
So I’m gently unclenching my hands,
letting comfort drift away,
and making space for something higher.
8. The Energy I Want in 2026
I want next year to feel like a soft sunrise.
Focused.
Romantic.
Grown and grounded.
A year full of travel,
steady finances,
health that blooms,
and love that doesn’t make me question my worth.
A year where I talk to God not out of fear,
but out of comfort.
A year where I’m a better wife,
a sweeter mother,
and the truest version of myself.
9. Becoming the Upgraded Me
I’m not going back to who I used to be.
She was brave.
She survived so much.
I honor her…
But I’m not her anymore.
I want the updated version
the girl my younger self imagined,
the one she believed could shine without breaking.
I’m becoming her now…
slowly, softly, surely.
10. And Lastly, Choosing Myself With Love
I’m learning to cry without apologizing for the tears.
To heal without rushing.
To dress like I deserve softness.
To protect my peace.
To love myself loudly.
To be the woman I once whispered to God about.
A girl can be cute, and poetic, and gentle
and still guard herself like a queen.
In 2026,
I’m choosing me.
Not out of selfishness,
but out of self-respect.
Love,
Mommy Lydia.š
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