Mind Over Matter Psych Talks | Season 1 Episode 5 | Written Reflection

There’s something about the first day of a new month that makes you look backwards before you start looking forwards. Add a long weekend, the end of the first quarter of the year, and the beginning of spring, and suddenly there are several little markers in time all asking the same question: where are you now. I’ve always liked the symbolism of those moments. In South Africa, we take public holidays seriously, a long weekend is practically an institution in itself, and there’s a particular atmosphere around this time of year that I can feel even when I’m not home. But beyond the holiday itself, there’s something genuinely useful about the timing. The first three months are behind us. The rest of the year is still sitting in front of us. There’s enough distance to see what’s actually happened, but enough time left to change what hasn’t.

That’s why I’ve become quite fond of the idea of a quarterly check-in. We’re very good at beginning things. January arrives and suddenly we’re going to read more, exercise more, save more, complain less, become more organised, improve our relationships, take better care of ourselves, and somehow emerge as a completely new person by December. Then life starts happening. By the halfway mark, some of those goals have quietly disappeared into the background, others have become unrealistic, some no longer matter, and occasionally we’re still dragging around a goal that belonged to a version of ourselves who existed nine months earlier. By December, you and that goal are no longer friends. That’s where checking in becomes important. A goal should have a destination, but it should also have a few rest stops along the way, otherwise we spend so much energy trying to get somewhere that we never actually ask whether we’re still heading in the right direction.

For me, journaling has made that process much more tangible. There’s something about seeing your own thoughts written down that makes it far harder to negotiate with yourself, you have the receipts. Looking back through daily entries, I can see what I was paying attention to, what I was struggling with, what I stayed consistent about, and what kept slipping through the cracks. A thought that feels enormous on a Tuesday can look completely different read again six weeks later, and that distance matters. A quarterly reflection isn’t just about whether you achieved your goals. It’s an opportunity to ask whether those goals still belong to you. Maybe something needs more time. Maybe it needs approaching differently. Maybe it needs postponing, or maybe you’ve discovered it was never actually a priority to begin with. Dropping a goal doesn’t automatically mean you failed. Sometimes changing direction is the most honest thing you can do, because life doesn’t remain still while we pursue our January plans, relationships change, work changes, circumstances change, we change, and there’s no reason our goals should be immune to that. What matters is that we don’t become so attached to the original plan that we stop paying attention to the person actually living through it.

That’s why my own check-ins aren’t only about productivity. I want to know how I feel. What does my body need from me right now. Am I giving it the basics. What’s brought me joy. What have I accomplished. What am I proud of. What small victories have happened that I might otherwise dismiss because they don’t look impressive on paper. And perhaps most importantly, what can I celebrate. Celebration is an underrated part of self-reflection, we’re often remarkably efficient at remembering where we fell short and strangely forgetful when it comes to giving ourselves credit. There’s always something we could have done better. That doesn’t mean it has to become the entire story.

This particular first quarter was also intertwined with Lent, which makes the reflection feel especially personal. I grew up Catholic, so Lent has always shaped how I understand this time of year. As a child, my sacrifices were fairly straightforward, giving up sweets or fizzy drinks, and to a seven year old, giving up something you love for several weeks can feel like a fairly serious spiritual negotiation. As I’ve grown older, I’ve understood it differently. The things I need to examine are no longer sitting on a supermarket shelf. They’re far more internal. Lent has become a period where I look at the parts of myself I don’t always want to confront, habits, attitudes, reactions and pieces of myself that may once have served a purpose but no longer do. There’s a certain vulnerability in admitting that parts of you need work, but perhaps that’s the point. There’s something powerful about looking at yourself without immediately rushing to defend yourself. For me, faith adds another layer to that, prayer, sacrifice, forgiveness and self-examination becoming ways of making space for something different, an idea of letting certain parts of ourselves die off so something healthier can take their place. There’s a psychological parallel there too, regardless of whether someone approaches it through faith. Sometimes growth requires us to stop feeding something. A coping mechanism that once protected you can eventually become something that keeps you stuck, a pattern that helped you survive one season of life may not be appropriate for the next, and the difficult part is recognising the difference.

That distinction becomes especially relevant during periods of fasting or sacrifice. When you remove something you’ve been relying on, even temporarily, you may discover it was doing more emotional work than you realised, which can leave you feeling genuinely vulnerable. I don’t think that vulnerability should automatically be read as failure. It can be information. If something you’ve removed leaves you struggling, that’s often an invitation to look at what healthier coping mechanisms might take its place. And I think sacrifice, understood this way, needs care. It shouldn’t become punishment, or an exercise in proving you can endure discomfort for its own sake. The more meaningful version of sacrifice is therapeutic. It creates space for genuine self-examination, asks what needs to change, and then challenges you to actually live differently.

Growing up, Lent was very much a family and community experience, moving between parishes, spending time with extended family, and because I come from a diverse background, I was also regularly surrounded by people observing entirely different religious traditions. There’s something quite beautiful about the moments when Lent, Ramadan and Passover overlap, different faiths, different rituals, different histories, all simultaneously entering periods of sacrifice, reflection and spiritual discipline. Nobody is necessarily walking the same path, but there’s a shared recognition that sometimes we need to step back from ordinary life and look inward. And for anyone who doesn’t connect with religion at all, the seasons themselves offer a similar language for the same kind of reflection. Spring has always felt like a natural invitation to begin again. After winter, there’s more light, more warmth, new growth pushing its way into the landscape, symbolism almost too obvious, though sometimes obvious things are obvious for a reason. Spring is renewal. The first quarter asks us to take stock. Put them together and there’s a rather beautiful opportunity to ask what you want to take forward and what you’re ready to leave behind. Even nature seems to understand the concept, trees shed what they no longer need, new growth arrives when conditions are right, and nobody looks at a tree in winter and accuses it of failing simply because it isn’t blooming. We could stand to extend ourselves the same grace. Our own bodies respond to changing seasons too, light and darkness influencing the biological systems involved in sleep, energy and mood, and after darker winter months, increased daylight can feel like a genuine shift in how the day is experienced. There’s something wonderfully grounding about simply being outside when the season changes, noticing things you don’t notice while rushing, the smell of flowers, the sound of birds, the returning colour in the landscape. A walk can become a form of meditation without ever being labelled one, which is part of why seasonal reflection is so useful, it gets us out of our heads long enough to remember we’re also bodies, environments and creatures moving through time, not spreadsheets or productivity machines. We’re people having seasons.

This particular quarter of my own year made that especially clear. I’ve been trying to read more, and setting the simple goal of a chapter a day has been one of the things I’ve managed to stay fairly consistent with. I’ve also been protecting the routines that support my mental wellbeing, yoga, meditation, journaling, and when I miss a day, I try not to let that missed day become an excuse to abandon the whole routine, I simply find my way back to it. That’s another lesson in consistency worth naming plainly. Missing something once isn’t the same as giving up. I’ve also been working on something less tangible, becoming kinder, presenting myself to the world with a little more softness, and Lent has made me examine what gets in the way of that. Why do I react the way I do. What am I still carrying. What am I holding onto that makes compassion harder. Where do I need to forgive myself. Self-compassion hasn’t always come naturally to me, and I don’t think it comes naturally to everyone, we’re often far more willing to extend understanding to another person than to ourselves. But the more I practise kindness outwardly, the more I’ve had to question the way I speak inwardly.

Which brings me to something else I’ve been consciously working on: complaining. Not because I believe we should pretend everything is wonderful all the time, that isn’t realistic and forced positivity isn’t particularly helpful either. There are genuinely difficult situations, some environments are toxic, some things deserve to be discussed, sometimes you need to vent. But I’ve noticed how easily a complaint can become a home. You start with one frustrating conversation, then another, and suddenly you’re spending enormous amounts of mental energy circling the same thing, the problem itself unchanged but your relationship with it grown considerably heavier. I’ve been trying to interrupt that pattern, not by denying what’s difficult but by giving something else room to exist alongside it, more conversations lately about things that genuinely excite me rather than constant returns to whatever drains me. There’s something quite special about being able to look at where you are and realise this is a life you once couldn’t have imagined for yourself, new places, new roads, experiences you never thought you’d have. That doesn’t mean every day feels magical. Some days I still want to sink into whatever’s bothering me and stay there a while, I’m human. But gratitude has become less about pretending difficult things don’t exist and more about refusing to let them become the only thing I can see, which is where self-talk becomes important. The way we speak to ourselves during difficult moments genuinely matters, and using affirmations and mantras during meditation has helped shift that internal dialogue over time. Sometimes the moments we most need compassionate self-talk are exactly the moments it feels least believable. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t practise it anyway.

This particular quarter also made me rethink what charity looks like for me. I still believe deeply in supporting larger organisations and causes, but I’ve become more interested in looking closer to home too, at the people in our own circles who need a helping hand, friends, family, neighbours and community members who can be overlooked simply because their needs aren’t presented through a large campaign. Sometimes generosity is much closer than we think, and that’s really what I want to carry into the next quarter. I don’t want these reflections to become another set of January resolutions that quietly disappear when the calendar turns. I want them to become part of how I move through the rest of the year, continuing to lean into compassion, keep practising kindness, keep reading, protect the routines that ground me, and keep supporting people close to home while contributing to causes further out too. There are things I know need more attention, nutrition being one I’ve let slip while focusing on everything else, and that’s exactly why the quarterly check-in is useful. I don’t have to punish myself for what I didn’t do. I can simply notice it and decide it deserves more attention now.

That, perhaps, is the whole point. A quarterly check-in isn’t a performance review, sitting across from yourself with a red pen marking everything wrong. It’s a conversation, an honest one, looking at the person you’ve been for the past three months and asking whether their choices are taking them closer to who they want to become. Sometimes the answer is yes. Sometimes it’s complicated. Sometimes you discover the thing you thought you wanted isn’t important anymore, and sometimes you realise you’ve actually come further than you gave yourself credit for. We need room for all three, because if we only measure progress by what remains unfinished, we’ll always feel behind. So as this next quarter begins, I’m carrying a few things forward, leaving a few things behind, and making space for whatever needs more attention. That’s my progress report. Not perfect. Not finished. But moving. And perhaps that’s enough. We don’t need to wait until December to decide whether we had a good year. We can pause now, take stock of the first three months, keep what still serves us, release what doesn’t, celebrate what deserves celebrating, and then, with a little more wisdom than we had in January, begin the next quarter.

Mind Over Matter.

Disclaimer: This article is for general psychoeducational and informational purposes only. It reflects personal experiences and perspectives and is not a substitute for individual counselling, psychological assessment, diagnosis, or treatment. Where personal experiences are shared, identifying details have been changed or omitted to protect privacy.