I don’t do New Year’s resolutions. It’s simple really. The days are short. The weather is dreadful. People are generally in bad form. Everyone is sick with runny noses and headaches. We all need time to recover from the craziness in the run-up to Christmas.
It’s better, I think, to sit back and rest. To waste our hours in idle pursuits with friends, family and loved ones. To eat and drink with abandon. To get some exercise, if the weather permits it. To recall the year – its highs and lows.
Resolutions can wait.
I prefer to start my year in mid March. The buds are yawning and stretching. The celandines are popping their yellow heads from between the leaves of grass. It’s a time for lambing and calving. Daytime and nighttime are nicely balanced. The shadows are easing. Photographers are emerging from hibernation.
So, let’s set our sights on the Ides of March, Patrick’s Day and the Vernal Equinox for resolutions. For the time being, we should wrap up and gratefully accept all offers of mulled wine and hot whiskey that come our way.
* Image “Raindrop 2307” via s.alt / Flickr (CC Licensed)