Letting go of pressure and embracing imperfect progress. Every January, we are told the same story. This year will be the  year. The year everything changes. The year we finally become the person we promised ourselves we would be. Hope fills the air, but so does pressure. Because what if you are tired? What if you are still carrying pieces of last year with you? What if you do not feel ready to become anything new just yet? Not every year has to be your best year. Some years are not meant for...