January’s long gone, with talk of resolutions long forgotten. Fear not, I shan’t get all holier than thou in your direction – Easter with it’s mountains of chocolate can do that to a person. With spring hovering on the horizon, I wonder why we seem to only allow ourselves a new start once a year? Nature renews constantly so (my inner hippy is just itching to get out) why shouldn’t we?
Each year is always full of lines in the sand; new relationships, break-ups, promotions, redundancies, births, deaths (fill in the blanks yourself). Yet commonly we plough on through ‘till December – at which point we get completely sozzled by midday, eat copious amounts of food for a few weeks and then vow to do better next year.
Now I’m fully aware that it’s April and all this talk of resolution might seem a little out of place, but my point is that change happens, for good or bad, all the time. Sometimes we invite it in and sometimes we don’t, so why are we fixated on waiting for so long to reflect and to allow ourselves to start over? Whenever there’s a new beginning and whatever the reason, how can we roll with it, right there and then in the best way possible?
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