Good morning! I can’t believe the first week of 2026 is already gone. I have so much to be thankful for. As I set the tone for the new year with “Amazingly Gorgeous Rhythm“, I decided to stay put and document only one high note and one low note from every week of this charming new year.

A Week of Highs and Lows

I debated for a while before putting pen to paper. Should my high note be finishing my 6,000-word annual review after reading 48 books last year? Attending a great countdown party with friends? Or watching my first sunrise on the first day of 2026?

There were so many highs. I even started the 75 Hard challenge on the very first day of the year. Oh my God—what an amazing week I’ve just lived.

The High Note: Attachment Healing at the Countdown Party

In the end, I chose the countdown party as the highest note of all.

Don’t mistake me for a party girl. I honestly hate crowds and usually prefer being alone, out in nature. But I’ve carried attachment issues for years—especially in romantic relationships. I’ve always expected some kind of surprise, some proof that I mattered.

Over the years, I’ve had dozens of boyfriends, yet no one ever made my special days more memorable—only more miserable. Somewhere along the way, I developed a deep hatred for holidays. Expectations unmet always lead to disappointment.

As you may or may not know, I ended my last relationship at the end of August and decided to give myself six months to heal from my attachment wounds. I know it wasn’t all my fault—but I’m the only one I can change. And I choose to become more secure through attachment healing.

Healing Through Self-Discovery

Reading Attached was the final straw that broke through years of pretending and ignoring. I used to believe attachment styles were fixed—that I was born this way and couldn’t change. But the book reminded me, again and again, that attachment styles can change. We can become secure.

All the broken friendships and all the years spent without growing stronger and more resilient made one thing clear: it’s time. It’s my time to at least try.

A Moment of Self-Acknowledgment

That realization hit me hard. So when the New Year came, I made a conscious decision to rewrite my memories of holidays. I can be my own surprise. I can place expectations on no one but myself.

I have the ability to make myself happy.

Turning New Year’s Eve Into a Milestone

When the countdown began, I didn’t think about kissing anyone. I didn’t long to be kissed. Surrounded by crowds, I felt peace. As the numbers dropped to zero, then bounced back to one, two, three, and more, I realized—I survived the New Year.

I encoded a new response pattern into my nervous system. It wasn’t as hard as I had imagined. I turned out to be stronger and more resilient than I expected.

That was the ultimate high note of last week.

Gratitude for the Journey

Thank me. Thank the universe. Thank my friends who were always there—even when I was too busy drowning in poisonous relationships to notice how beautiful life already was.

I still want love. I still believe true love is one of the most beautiful things in the world. But I no longer want to chase it. I choose peace. I choose myself.

I’m still healing—I won’t lie. But I promised myself this: no matter what happens, I will never give myself away like I’m disposable. I am gorgeous. I deserve the best.

If you struggle with attachment issues, go read Attached. I hope one day you’ll see what truly matters in your life.

The Low Note: A Lesson in Patience

Even in extreme happiness, low moments will always find a way to surface. That brings me to the low note of last week.

I accidentally messed up my website and wiped out many of my past entries. I was furious. I spent an hour angry at myself, spiraling, worrying about what I’d lost.

Eventually, I gave up and went to sleep.

The Power of Perspective

The next day, I figured everything out. Nothing was truly gone—everything was recoverable. That experience reminded me that we don’t have to solve everything immediately. Sometimes, sleeping on it works. And even if the worst happens, what do we really lose?

As long as we’re alive, we can always start again.

A Blessing in Disguise

Peace.

That’s my recap of Week 1. Overall, I feel incredibly blessed, and I believe I’ve set the right tone for 2026.

I invite you to write your own high note and low note from the first week of the year. Please share them below. Thank you for reading, for supporting my words, and for being here.

Together, we support each other!