When the year is this fresh, it’s customary to declare all manner of noble and ambitious goals for the forthcoming twelvemonth. “What are your New Year’s resolutions”, people ask.
My own custom is not to make them. They are seldom adhered to in any case, and my thinking is that a random date is unlikely to make me stick to something that the rest of my situation would not. Put another way: I know from experience that the change in year does not imbue me with heroic reserves of willpower that I otherwise lack.
For me, moving house is far more of a notable change in my circumstances, and is a much better trigger for thinking on new ways of working, new projects, and yes, (re)defining goals. Of course, the farce that is our current attempt to move continues to grind on unresolved, so we’re not quite there yet. A curse on solicitors (well, one of them at least)!
I do have a number of intriguing plans in mind, and some great projects I’ve signed up for. Just nothing to say yet 🙂