I make no secret about my contempt for New Year’s Resolutions, and have written extensively on how useless they are.
Part of my contempt comes from the fact that I regard January 1st as just another day. Why make such a bloody fuss over the “start” of a new year? Do we not start a new year, every single day? And why should I care about what Gregory XIII decided to be the new year?
About the only thing I find New Years Day useful for is my pretty much annual rant about how useless resolutions are. Everyone seems to be doing them, so I strike when the iron is hot, and point out the pointlessness of it all.
One thing I do tend to use New Years for is to set out a new intent for the year, often a refocussing of what I’m doing here. Why on New Years, if it’s “just another day?” Because, contrarian that I am, even I am neither unaware of, nor immune to, the herd mentality of “new year, new beginning.”
So what am I laying out for my intent this year?
- More writing, with better editing
- More videos, with tighter timing
- More customers
But even more importantly, a process of synthesis.
I’ve been writing this little blog for years, and it’s gone through many transformations:
- Posture
- Fitness
- Ergonomics
- Mitigating the effects on my children of the fascist goobers’ (both on Parliament Hill, and at Queen’s Park) edicts
- Dealing with depression
Along with other things I can’t think of, off the top of my head.
And it occurred to me, over the last couple of days, that they all have one thing binding them together. Everything I have written about has been about living better, as I transition out of the middle act, into the final.
So here we are, at the beginning of a new year, as I navigate the third act, through the grey mist of depression.
