Be Obsessive With Yourself This Year

It’s January 5, 2026. One of the worst Mondays of the year.

Everyone is back at work. Most kids are back at school after a long winter break. The Christmas tree is down. The house got a jumpstart on cleaning yesterday, and not the fun kind. Ceiling fans. Baseboards. The kind of cleaning that makes you feel accomplished but sore.

Heartland played in the background all day. The girls are obsessed, and with fourteen plus seasons, it’s easy to get sucked in. It became background noise while we moved like worker bees through laundry piles and dust.

And somewhere between vacuum lines and folded hoodies, I started thinking about this year.

I hate resolutions. They don’t last.

We all know the story. New gym memberships. Big promises. By March, the bag is sitting behind the door untouched. By June, the bank statement reminds you you’re still paying for a version of yourself that never stuck. It happens every year.

Resolutions fail because they don’t fit real life. They don’t fit routines. Life comes roaring back in, and by December we’re wondering where the year went.

So how does this year get to be different?

2025 taught me something uncomfortable. The world has its fingers in everything. How to think. How to eat. How to dress. How to act. How to live. And most women were raised to put others first in a way that quietly meant putting themselves last. Generationally. Systemically. Repeatedly.

This year? I’m saying screw it.

I’m becoming obsessive with myself. Not selfish. Intentional.

Obsessed with being authentic.

Obsessed with living without guilt over other people’s opinions.

Obsessed with the woman underneath the titles.

I think more women need this.

We’re taught to shrink into roles. Family expectations. Social circles. Workplace norms. And yet we gravitate toward women who show up unapologetically. The ones who speak their minds. Wear what they want. Take up space. I see so many women walking around with invisible handcuffs made of expectations from husbands, in-laws, friends, coworkers.

It’s heartbreaking.

Self-obsession, the healthy kind, is tuning into your womanhood. Your inner world. Your intuition. Growing you. Loving you. That creates a ripple effect. It touches your kids. Your relationships. Your confidence. Even those “failed” goals start falling into place once you feel grounded in yourself.

Make 2026 about loving you.

Not the mom.

Not the wife.

Not the executive.

You.

Mental health matters. Lean into it.

Spiritual health matters.

Lean into it.

Physical health will follow, and that’s a whole journey in itself. I’ll share mine later.

For me, 2026 starts with darker brunette hair. New flavors in my meal plan. A hot water habit because a lady on TikTok convinced me it helps your gut, and honestly, I’m trusting her. Journaling more. Small changes that feel good.

And this space. This thing called Wytnee. I’m excited to see what kind of community grows here.

So here’s your permission slip.

Paint your nails black.

Buy the expensive shampoo...just because you LOVE the smell.

Try a different jelly for your toast.

If you see a woman wear a bold red lip to church, let her. Tell her she’s beautiful.

Drive a different route home...why not?

Listen to the audiobook you were told was taboo.

Say no without explaining.

Stop answering calls you don’t want to answer.

No is a full sentence.

You don’t owe the world a version of yourself that feels wrong. You owe yourself honesty.

This week, pick one small thing and do it purely for you. No justification. No guilt. Then come back and tell me what it was. Let this be the year you stop abandoning yourself and start showing up as the most authentic version of you.

Be obsessive.