The Story You Wrote This Year


Hello Reader,

Most people treat January 1 as a starting line. But I don’t.

It’s not the start of my year—but it does act as a marker. A pause. A moment quiet enough to look back without immediately rushing forward.

And that’s exactly what I do.

Every year, on the morning of the first, I make a cup of tea and sit down with my journal.

Not to write. To read.

I use a journaling app called Reflection, but this works with any journal—digital or analog. What matters isn’t the tool... it’s the act.

Here’s the frame that guides me:

  • Your calendar is the directory of your days.
  • Your to-do list is the detail of your days.
  • Your journal is the story of your days.

Over the course of a year, you write a book—one page at a time. At most, it’s 365 pages. Often fewer. And even the missing pages tell you something.

And on January 1, I read that book.

Not to judge it. Not to fix it. Just to understand it.

If you want to try this yourself, here’s a gentle way in.

  1. Choose a quiet window. January 1 is unusually calm. No one expects much of you yet. Take advantage of that. An hour is plenty. More if you have it, less if that’s what fits.
  2. Bring a simple companion. Tea. Coffee. Water. Whatever feels steady. This isn’t about productivity—it’s about presence.
  3. Read straight through. Start at January 1 of last year and keep going. Don’t analyze line by line. Let patterns surface on their own.
  4. Notice, don’t narrate. Pay attention to themes like recurring worries, moments of ease, seasons of energy or depletion, and even days you skipped (and why that might matter). There's no need to write anything down unless you want to.
  5. Close the book gently. When you’re done, stop. Don’t rush into plans. Let what you’ve seen settle. Insight often arrives after reflection, not during it.

That’s it. No resolutions. No pressure to improve the story. Just the chance to witness it.

One quiet side benefit: this ritual also keeps me from "celebrating" too much on New Year’s Eve. More importantly, it gives January 1 a purpose that feels human, not performative.

If you try this, I hope it offers you the same thing it offers me every year: perspective without urgency.

Take care... and take stock.

See you later,
Mike

P.S. I'll be sharing my 12 Tips of TimeCrafting live today on YouTube at 9 AM PST. You can visit the link, click the bell, and get notified so you don’t miss anything—especially if you’re easing into the new calendar year instead of charging into it.

The Practice of Productiveness

I’m Mike Vardy, and I help people build a better relationship with time — not by controlling it, but by working with it. Through my writing, courses, and community, I explore how intention and attention shape a more meaningful life — one rooted in the original idea of productiveness over productivity.

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