It’s the first week of December. The air is sharper. The light is thinner. Nature knows what to do this time of year. It slows down.
Many animals hibernate. Many plants go dormant. Even the forests quiet themselves and rest under rising drifts of snow.
And we humans, though we’ve built our bright lights and our busy schedules, are not exempt from the rhythms of the natural world. Researchers tell us that winter brings a kind of biological down-regulation. People often feel more tired, more foggy, more “on empty” by late winter, even when nothing in their external circumstances has changed. This isn’t weakness or failure. It is simply physiology responding to less daylight, shifting melatonin timing, and circadian rhythms slowing their arc.
Our bodies know. Our spirits know. But our culture does not.
Because while nature slows, we speed up.
And for those of us wired for high performance, December becomes a kind of final sprint. Deadlines. Deliverables. Deals that must close before the year ends. It’s as if the finish line, suddenly visible, demands everything we have left.
I remember those days clearly. My years as managing partner of a law firm were filled with last-minute negotiations, end-of-year billing, and the relentless pressure to “win the year.” It felt like entering a vortex that kept tightening. Faster. Harder. More. And all of this before the holidays even began.
Then December would unfurl its familiar chaos: gifts to buy, cards to write, travel to plan, events to attend. All those parties, all that rushing, all those obligations layered on top of an already impossible pace.
It could be soul-sucking. And exhausting. And by January 2, I often felt spat out on the other side. Wrung out. Depleted. Disconnected from the joy I hoped the season would bring.
Maybe you know that feeling.
Maybe this year you can already sense the pull. The pressure. The expectation to do it all and do it well, while pretending it’s all merry and bright.
But what if there were another way? Not a perfect way. Not a dramatic reinvention. Just a gentler, more mindful path through these winter weeks. One that honors both the beauty of the season and the truth of your own humanity.
Come with me. Let’s explore what that might look like.
You might begin by lowering the bar. Not everything needs to be done. Not everything needs to be done by you. And not everything needs to be done right now. Give yourself permission to simplify. Fewer commitments. Fewer obligations. Fewer plates spinning in the air.
You might practice saying no. Not harshly. Not defensively. Simply truthfully. A “no” that protects your energy is ultimately a “yes” to the season you want to experience.
You might schedule pauses. Real pauses. Ten minutes in the morning to breathe deeply before the day takes off. A quiet walk during lunch. A hot beverage at night without multitasking. These tiny interruptions can restore you in profound ways.
You might reclaim your mornings. Instead of diving into email or rushing into tasks, set a tone that nourishes you. A little journaling. A moment of stillness. A look out the window at the winter sky before it brightens. Ground yourself before the world grabs hold.
You might try mindful gift-giving. Not more. But less. Gifts that carry meaning rather than volume. Experiences rather than things. Handwritten notes rather than frantic purchases. This alone can shift the entire season.
You might practice tech boundaries. Turn off notifications after a certain hour. Resist the compulsion to check everything immediately. Allow your nervous system the gift of quiet.
And above all, you might allow yourself to rest. When your body asks for it. When your spirit calls for it. You are not a machine. You are a human being moving through a darkening world that is preparing for its own rest.
Slowing your roll doesn’t mean opting out of the holidays. It doesn’t mean disengaging from work. It means moving with intention instead of compulsion. It means choosing presence over pressure. It means remembering that winter invites us into a deeper, softer rhythm—not forever, but for now.
And if you do this, even in small ways, you may find that January 2 feels different. Not like the aftermath of a storm, but like the quiet promise of a new beginning. A beginning you can meet with clarity, energy, and a full heart.
Come with me. There’s another way.
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