If you’re already convinced you’ve “wasted” 2026 because you haven’t reinvented your entire life by the third week of January, relax. The year hasn’t even started yet.
January is fake. Emotionally, logistically, spiritually — it’s the long, blurry credits sequence after the chaos of Christmas where everyone pretends to function while quietly holding themselves together with early Easter eggs, iced coffee and the last of the Boxing Day serotonin.
You’re allegedly “back at work”, but half the office is OOO until some suspiciously vague date, and the rest of us are just staring at our laptops like they’re escape rooms.
Your brain is still trying to switch from “which beach should I go to today?” to “what are your Q1 goals?” and honestly, it’s not going well.
You’re not lazy, you’re in calendar limbo.
January is admin. It’s the part where you quietly unfollow people, wash your beach towels and play catch up while you try to remember how to string a sentence together.
This weekend I finally found language for that feeling when a friend casually mentioned that 2025 is the year of the snake and, symbolically, it’s tied up with shedding the stuff that doesn’t serve you anymore.
Suddenly the chaos of last year — the endings, the weird pivots, the family fights after spending a little too much time together — felt a little less random. The snake is kind of famous in Chinese zodiac lore for literally slipping out of its old skin so it can keep growing, and plenty of commentators lean into that as a metaphor for letting go of jobs, habits, patterns and identities that no longer fit.
Whether you believe in any of that or just enjoy a bit of narrative justification for your life choices, it’s a strangely comforting way to frame that “everything is reshuffling and I have no idea who I am” vibe.
2026 on the other hand is the year of the horse, and the Horse year doesn’t actually start on 1 January — it begins on Lunar New Year, which in 2026 falls on 17 February. So, if you’re choosing a calendar to validate your decision to do absolutely nothing productive in early January, this one works beautifully.
And just to be clear: this is not coming from a New Year’s resolutions hater. I am absolutely not one of those “I don’t need a date to start a goal, I can start any day of the year” people — yes, I’m calling all my defensive divas out.
Obviously you can start something any day, but that doesn’t mean it’s not helpful when the universe sends you a little reminder notification in the form of an arbitrary date. Everything is made up, but dates have jobs.
Valentine’s Day gently (and sometimes aggressively) reminds us to actually show up for the people we love. Birthdays give us an excuse to celebrate our friends and our community instead of just silently appreciating them while double‑tapping their stories from the tram. New Year sits in that same basket for me –— not sacred, not compulsory, but a useful nudge to check in with yourself and ask, “Am I still building a life I actually want, or am I just surviving through it?”
Personally, I don’t even start vision‑boarding until the very end of January, if not the first of February. Everyone’s busy trying to catch up after New Year’s, you’re still relearning how to be capitalism’s little worker bee again, and it takes a second to remember what your dreams even are, let alone how to paste them onto a Canva‑coded masterpiece.
You need time to sit with what you actually want, and then even more time to figure out how to arrange those wants on an aesthetically pleasing board you’re low‑key embarrassed to hang up in your share house because you know your housemates will roast you every time they walk past the “be your best self” collage. Just me? Never mind.
But that’s kind of the whole point. Not everything has to be immediate, profound and ready by January 1. You’re allowed to take the entire month just to think, to notice what you’re still carrying from last year and what you’re quietly ready to put down.
You’re allowed to start your plotting phase when everyone else has already moved on to burning out over their “new routine”. My nervous system, my sleep cycle and the lunisolar calendar are all in agreement: nothing counts yet. The unread books, the gym membership you haven’t touched, the “this is my year” Notes app manifesto sitting untouched since New Year’s Day — all of that is pre‑season.
Moral of the story: be kind to yourself. You’re not behind, you’re not failing, you’re not “wasting” the year. The year hasn’t even begun.
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