Let’s be honest: 2025 had big plans for you. It was all about sleek morning routines, a thriving career, and a body so toned that even Hritik Roshan would take notes. Fast forward to March, and you’re hitting the snooze button for the third time, eating leftover pizza for breakfast, and wondering why your gratitude journal is gathering dust under a pile of takeout menus. Somewhere, your vision board is shaking its head in disgust.

The gym plan fell apart fast. You signed up for that fancy HIIT( high intensity interval training) class, convinced you’d be a fitness god by spring. First class: you almost blacked out during the warmup. Second class: you realised burpees are a hate crime. Third class: you accidentally locked yourself in the bathroom to avoid doing mountain climbers. Now the only thing you lift regularly is your phone to check how many steps you didn’t take. “I told myself I’d stop procrastinating and start tomorrow”(it took me a good minute to understand that), said Adarsh Bhatt, 21-year-old engineering student at IIIT, Delhi.

And those career goals? Oh, sweet summer child. Your manifestations imagined you giving a TED Talk by July, radiating confidence in a perfectly tailored power suit. Reality check: you’re three months deep into a job that pays just enough to afford oat milk, and you’re googling “how to sound professional over email” for the 100th time. “I put ‘learn a new skill’ on my 2025 checklist. So far, I’ve learned how to ask ChatGPT to write my emails while I scroll through Instagram,” said Vansh Gupta, a 23-year-old employee in Deloitte, Delhi.

And let’s not forget self-care. Your year map promised morning meditations and gratitude journaling. Instead, you’re stress-eating chips over the sink, rage-texting your best friend about life’s injustices, and calling it “shadow work.” “Honestly, at this point, even my phone needs a mental health day.” cracks Raina Aggarwal, a 19-year-old graphic designing student in NIFT.

But here’s the thing, the plan isn’t impossible; it’s just ambitious. Growth isn’t about perfection; it’s about progress. Sure, you might not have that six-pack yet, but you did survive a brutal work week without crying (mostly). You might not be fluent in French, but you did learn how to order croissants, progress!

So, cut yourself some slack. Your goal board might be laughing, but it’s also cheering you on. There’s still time to make those goals happen, maybe just swap “hustle harder” with “take a deep breath and try again.” After all, even Cinderella needed a fairy godmother, your six-packs and inner peace might need one too.