I Didn’t Set a Resolution for 2026. I Found a Bell.
On Christmas, life handed me a joke wrapped in brass.
Two mini bells.
One immediately claimed my house keys like it had been waiting years for the job.
The other just… rang.
Clear. Gentle. Impossible to ignore.
It clicked instantly.
2025 wasn’t about changing everything.
It was about seeing everything.
Patterns.
Pauses.
Those moments where something in me would go,
“Interesting…”
So instead of resolutions, I’m carrying bells into 2026.
One for when I’m moving through the world.
One for when I speak, share, teach, and breathe with others.
Not alarms.
Not punishments.
Just playful interruptions to autopilot.
You might hear it in upcoming videos.
You’ll definitely feel it in upcoming breathwork classes in Renfrew, starting with a Self-Love theme.
Yes, there will be playlists.
Because self-love deserves a soundtrack 🎶
2026 doesn’t need fixing.
It needs awareness.
And apparently… more cowbell.
