I didn’t start the new year with a vision board or a burst of motivation. I started it with a cough. A relentless, rib-rattling cough that forced me to stop, listen, and finally honor what my body had been trying to say for weeks. This wasn’t the reset I planned, but maybe it’s the one I needed. Rest, hydration, boundaries, and the quiet courage to choose healing over hustle. This year, I’m listening. Not perfectly, but faithfully.