Anti-New Year's Resolution Movement

Because somewhere between last January and this one, many of us are waking up and recognising we’re tired, the exhaustion of chasing worth we already had is catching up to us. Now if that isn’t a downward spiral if I ever heard one.

So this year, instead of rebuilding ourselves from scratch, what if we rebuilt our relationship with our own lives?

The life we actually get to wake up in.
The one we get to touch, shape, soften, slowly change.
A life we get to participate in – not fight our way through.

That’s the shift. That quiet, internal:
“oh shit… I GET to live this life?”

Not perform it.
Not optimise it.
Not justify it.
Not preen it for someone else’s viewing pleasure.
Just live it – fully, patiently, imperfectly, and with our own pleasure in mind.

I think a lot of us are craving that.

Because truthfully… we’re not all in our wipe-the-slate-clean, cinematic-reinvention era.
Some of us are in our “slowly stitching myself back together between work shifts and bills” era.

Some of us are in our “healing while washing dishes, becoming while commuting, growing in the cracks and corners” era.

And that’s not failure. That’s deeply human.

Transformation doesn’t have to be cinematic.
It can be quiet. Soft. Sustainable.
Something you grow into while still living your actual life.

So maybe we don’t need “character design” this year. Maybe we need character permission.

Permission to evolve without erasing who we’ve been – just integrating them softly.
Permission to change without disappearing.
Permission to become without abandoning ourselves.

That feels more honest. More doable. More sustainable. More real.

So here’s what I’m choosing this year, and if it resonates, you’re welcome to choose it with me:

• We get to grow slowly, but surely – at the pace of real life, not productivity culture.
• We get to rest without earning it – because we’re human, not machines.
• We get to be proud of small things – the quiet wins count too.
• We get to create for the joy of it – even if no one ever sees it.
• We get to change our minds – again and again, as many times as it takes.
• We get to enjoy becoming – not rush toward a version of ourselves built on pressure.
• We get to love the life we already have – even while gently shaping the one we want.
• We get to be unpolished, unfinished, tender, entirely worthy.
• We get to take up space – softly, loudly, creatively, fully.

Maybe that’s the real soft rebellion – not reinventing ourselves into new characters, but allowing the ones we already are to breathe, explore, connect, and create.

That’s what For the Feral is becoming.

A gathering place.
A permission slip.
A living archive for those of us who want something a little more tangible – something honest, slow, and human.

It’s for anyone craving a life that feels real, not performative. A place where creativity doesn’t have to be clean, and softness doesn’t have to be pretty.

A community for slow creators and quiet rebels learning to move at their own pace and make meaning out of the lives they actually have.

Our lives don’t need resolutions.
They need presence. Attention. Joy. Connection.
And a gentle rebellion against the idea that we must constantly become more.

If this year is a chapter, I want it to be one we actually recognise ourselves in.
Messy. Curious. Tender.
Human.

We don’t need “new” versions of ourselves.
We need ourselves – awake, soft, paying attention.

We get to live this life.
Not perfectly.
Not performatively.
Just fully.

And maybe, if you’re reading this, you’re ready to live yours that way too.