If you could write to your January self


Hello,

Six months ago, you were someone else.

Maybe only slightly.
Maybe in big, obvious ways.
But something in you has shifted since then
and it’s worth noticing.

Even if it was a hard half of the year
even if you feel behind or lost or tired
you are still here
and that matters more than any checklist ever could.

So I invite you to imagine this
a letter written from the you of today
to the you who stood at the edge of this year not knowing what was coming.

What would you say?

Would you offer encouragement?
Gentleness?
Truth?
Would you tell her what was about to be hard
and what she would survive anyway?

Would you remind her that growth is not always loud
and that presence is a kind of power?

There is something healing about looking back with tenderness
especially when we spend so much time chasing forward.


Your journaling prompt:​
​“If I wrote a letter to the version of me who started this year, what would I say?”

With kind regards,

Åsa Strahlemo
CEO of Sköldmö AB

Hi! I'm Åsa Strahlemo

I help people break free from uncertainty and step into clarity, confidence, and success—one step at a time using journaling as the tool.

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