New Year’s resolutions aren’t for me. I never begin a new year expecting to take up a bunch of new habits that will transform my life and somehow make me a better person. Because I know that ambitious new plans hatched at the beginning of the year are unlikely to stick and my imminent failure will only lead to self-doubt and bitter recrimination. In reality, January 1 is just another day. Nobody is magically renewed at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve (which is, in my opinion, one of the most lousy and overrated nights of the year, but that’s another matter entirely). Continue reading “New Year, Same(ish) Me”
Drifting This Way and That 