A healthy hate for New Year resolutions, but taking the time to contemplate what needs to stay and what needs to go in 2020. I hate resolutions. They feel as contrived as a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Why should we wait until the end of a given year to dream boldly or act wildly? What is point of adhering to an annual marker to shift relationships, jobs, personal outlooks, or drop a few kilos in body weight?  I think I stopped caring about New Year’s Eve around the age of 31. For what reason, who knows? It doesn’t matter at this juncture. Most of my end-of-the-year celebrations since then have involved low key nights with friends/family. I tend to nest and spend the bulk of the transition period between December and January in wool socks, fuzzy slippers, and my most comfortable pair of pajamas.  And here I am, pajama-ed up and nursing a cup of golden milk as I consider the ways in which I can reset—if I should do so at all. Resolutions suck because of the pressure and “Go all in!” aura that surrounds them. The best of the best still smack of grandiosity or desperation. […]

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