I started 2025 with five goals, but quickly zeroed in on the one that was hardest for me. I wanted to learn to do a pull up. I’ve never been able to do one before. And I thought I was on track.
In January 2025, I couldn’t so much as dead-hang for a split second. By September I could hang for as long as I wanted to. I’d mastered reverse rows, had started assists, and I could see the finish line.
But my knee started giving out in October, then flat out stopped working in early November. It felt like my brain had disconnected it entirely. I could move it with my hands, but not bend or straighten it fully. And I couldn’t move it at all on its own. If I tried to stand, it just buckled out from under me like a push puppet with too-loose strings. The physical pain was fading, but each day was heavy with worry that I might not get my mobility back.
Thankfully, mid December, my knee began to wake up again. I’m in PT now, making good progress on recovery and prevention. I’m finally learning about my too-loose connective tissue: so many of the problems I’ve had over the years make sense now. It might even explain why pull-ups have been so tricky for me.
I missed my intended deadline, but I have no regrets. I’m proud of how far I’ve come, and despite the downtime, I’ve kept my momentum. I’m stronger, and I’m glad of it.
As for my other 2025 goals: my space is cozier, minus the apron incident and more stuff than a nomad needs. I’ll keep tinkering. And I’m still figuring out what I want to create. Meanwhile, my communication tweaks seem to be improving my impact.
So I’ll keep making resolutions. I love them. I love using my post-Christmas zenith-of-winter for reflection rather than deadline dread. I love noticing what works, letting go of what doesn’t, and keeping pulling upward. Happy New Year, friends.
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