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I had a beautiful notebook full of goals. Genuinely beautiful — nice pen, clean handwriting, the works. Every January I’d rewrite the same ambitions onto a fresh page and feel like I’d accomplished something. I hadn’t. The notebook was a wish-list I rewrote and never touched. The goals just… sat...

For about three years, my wellness routine had a very specific shape. Every Sunday night I’d decide that Monday was the day everything finally changed — new app, new diet, a whole new me, starting at 6 a.m. By Wednesday I’d “failed.” A missed workout, a snack I’d sworn off,...