At the end of every year, I set aside a few hours, get comfy, grab a cuppa and the remaining Quality Street from Christmas and set to work on my New Year’s resolutions. Every year without fail. Some people laugh at this practice, “oh what’s the point, you’ll only break them?”, well, I actually try not to break them.
Each new year I treat as a reset, a fresh slate. I like to focus on what went well that year and things I achieved and enjoyed, as well as reflecting on the bad bits or where there is room for improvement. I find it really helpful to kind of soak it all in, we’re all busy, when do we ever take the time to to take stock of our lives?
Apparently the most popular resolution for both men and women is to lose weight, no surprises there, and yes I’d always like to lose weight. But as I’ve got older, I’ve learned that these kind of abstract resolutions are designed to make you fail. Either be super specific and say, I’d like to lose 7lbs by May, or resolve to do things that will help you achieve that goal, like taking up a new exercise or cycling once a week.
There’s nothing wrong with trying to improve yourself, and there’s a whole self-help industry worth billions to that effect, but don’t use your resolutions as a means to punish yourself. Throw some treats in there too, I always like to include a list of exhibitions, galleries and restaurants I’d like to visit in the coming year. Which actually comes in really handy when I’m at a loss for something to do.
At heart I’m an optimist, so perhaps my annual resolution making is a manifestation of this, but I won’t stop because of the naysayers. Who doesn’t want the next year to be better than the last? So yes, in 2017 I want to do more yoga, stop spending so much money at Pret (I’m an addict), travel to Goa, find a boyfriend, learn a new language and generally have more fun. How about you?