I want to let you in on a little secret: I have never made a New Year’s resolution. Not ever. Before this year, I haven’t really seen the point. I mean, it’s just a day. January 1st doesn’t automatically bring new beginnings. You, as an individual, are the agent of change in your own life. And I hate to break it to you, but midnight has only been known to transform fairytale characters and as far as I know, I’m not living in a fairytale. At least, that is what I used to think. I now realize that this is a rather cynical view to have on the whole holiday, so I resolve to change that. Change is hard. It’s as simple as that. So maybe when the whole world wakes up with the resolve to change something in their life, it gives people the push they need to do the same to their own life. The New Year stands for an act of solidarity among strangers, as a beacon of hope that you too can change, that you too can be happy. It is a fresh start, a new year of making memories and mistakes, of learning and living and being happy. So I resolve to let the spirit of the New Year take me over. There. I did it. My very first resolution!
May you be happy this coming year. Genuinley, intensely, consistently happy.