As I hear complaints that the gym parking lot is too full and watch my friend fill her grocery cart with kale, I marvel at the magic of January. The benevolent mass hysteria of setting goals and resolutions seems to hold such power. At first.
It’s not the date, per se. The Times Square ball dropping, like the proverbial shoe dropping in our lives, results in an abrupt awareness of time.
Time (proper noun Time) has marched forward and taken another stronghold. Its consumption of another whole year, causes us to analyze our goals and progress towards them. We resolve, or in my case, re-resolve, to do better.