January often arrives with high expectations for our year ahead

A young woman stands at the start of a mountain path, ready to embark on a new journey I am someone who sets high expectations for myself. I like goals. I like plans. I like doing things well —not halfway, not loosely, not accidentally. I’ve also been the person who quietly beats herself up for missing a workout, having a glass of wine she didn’t plan on, or not following the plan exactly as written. For a long time, I thought that self-pressure was the price of growth. That