Notes From a Girl Who Changes Her Mind Weekly

(especially during the holidays, when my personality runs on vibes, caffeine, and mild emotional turbulence)

I change my mind weekly. Honestly? Lately it feels like hourly. The holiday season does something to the brain. Like someone plugged my internal compass into twinkle lights and now everything short-circuits at the faint smell of cinnamon.

One minute I’m determined to have a calm, organized December.
The next minute I’m in the corner of Target clutching a throw blanket I absolutely do not need, but suddenly feel spiritually connected to.

I’ll swear I’m hosting a small, peaceful gathering. Then immediately spiral because I forgot humans require chairs, and now I’m googling “how to seat nine people when your apartment holds four.”

The holidays amplify everything.
Every intention.
Every mood swing.
Every fleeting thought.

Suddenly I’m rearranging my living room because the tree “wants to be in a different spot.” Suddenly carbs feel like a personality type. Suddenly I care deeply about wrapping paper aesthetics like I’m in competition with Martha Stewart’s ghost.

And here’s the thing… None of this feels out of character. It feels honest.

Because changing your mind isn’t chaos, it’s clarity arriving mid-stride. It’s realizing yesterday’s plan doesn’t fit today’s energy. It’s adjusting your life in real time instead of performing consistency for imaginary critics.

Everyone does this silently. Some of us like to share.

The truth is, we’re all wading through December with twenty tabs open in our brains.

“I should bake.” “I should rest.”
“Oh I should text that person back.”
“Oh I should disappear for 48 hours and contemplate my life choices.”

We’re all switching lanes faster than our emotional blinker can keep up. We’re all changing our minds because the season keeps changing the atmosphere, outside and inside.

My shifting isn’t instability. It’s survival. It’s listening. It’s noticing when something stops feeling right and giving myself permission to pivot without turning it into a three-act play.

If I want coffee at 4 PM and solitude at 4:07, that’s not indecision. That’s self-awareness wearing a cozy sweater.

So yes, I change my mind weekly.
I rearrange my plans like furniture.
I rewrite my mood like a draft.
And sometimes the only reason is that it just didn’t feel right anymore.

If that makes me unpredictable, fine. But at least I’m honest, present, awake in my own life — even when my life feels like a snow globe someone keeps shaking. This season is allowed to shift you. You’re allowed to shift with it.

And if you change your mind again tomorrow?
Congratulations.
You’re human.