At the end of 2025, I wrote about a commitment I was making for the year ahead.
Not a resolution.
Just a practice.
Write down one good thing that happens each day.
I said it out loud in my end-of-year blog, which made me feel accountable. And now, at the start of month three, I’m proud to say, I’ve kept that promise.
Some days the good thing is obvious.
Other days, I have to search deep.
There are days my anxiety is loud. Days when my world and the world around me feels heavy. On those days, the “good thing” might be small:
I got out of bed.
I breathed.
I made it through.
And sometimes, it’s bigger.
Yesterday, after a long day at work, I came home and immediately sat down to write my one good thing in my journal (even before scrubbing the green makeup off my face!). I wrote about the Purim party I had just returned home from, the one I helped plan and execute with my colleagues for our congregation. It was a great success. I dressed up. I got into character for our thrillifyingly Wicked-themed evening. For a few hours, there was laughter, connection, tradition, and a lot of silliness woven together.
It reminded me that even in uncertain times, showing up together matters. Joy matters. Community matters.
This practice isn’t about pretending everything is fine.
It’s about remembering that even on the hard days, something good can still exist.
Two months so far of small, handwritten proof that even when I feel fragile, I refuse to let the hard be my whole story.
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