New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a
scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.
New Year's Day now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions.
Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual.
As the Christmas festivities dissipate our thoughts turn to the new year. We consider what lies ahead and look introspectively upon the successes and failures of the departing year. For some reason the act of moving from one year to another seems to be synonymous with change. Is this really a pivotal point in our future destinies or just one more tradition in the Yule tide calendar? Exactly what is it that hoodwinks us into the belief that decisions made on this seemingly auspicious date will be anymore resolute than the other whimsical flights of fancy we embark upon throughout the year?
January will find the gyms bulging with the usual wannabe weight shedding post prandial Christmas dyspeptics whose resolve will reach critical mass by the middle of January or February if they’re lucky. Their Lycra will be hung on a clothes hanger in the darkest recesses of the wardrobe along with their good intentions.
But these fitness and weight shedding resolutions won't be alone as bygone years will bear testament to. We don’t learn. Next year, just the same as all that have gone before, we'll be press-ganged into making more of these superficial proclamations which we hope will act as a kind of pathos, exhibiting to our contemporaries the strength of our determination. A courageous plan of self improvement that we hope will assist us in conquering the new year.
Alas these pseudo character improving proclamations of determination, made by many while still slurring from the excesses of new years eve or nursing the resultant hangover the following day, will fail to guide our first tentative steps as we tread unpredictability in to the next twelve months. Upon sober reflection they'll be treated with the same lackluster shallowness that haunts most disingenuous attempts at self improvement. Hastily they'll be squirreled away in our rearmost cranial recesses, left to fester, occasionally taunt us and finally disappear into obscurity.
Simply put, without fanfare or ulterior motives, If a facet of life needs changing then it should be changed without delay, no stalling, no excuses. Procrastination is for the feckless. We should action any positive changes we make in our lives with drive and positivity and consider our failures the price of success.
We only ever fail when we finally concede defeat.
Happy new year.