31st December again… Another year gone, another round the corner. It’s just a date tho right, nothing actually significant, it’s a construct, just another day. Yet we make it into this thing where we reflect on the past and look to the future. We follow the rest, conform to the social norm, “it’s the last day of the year” and “see you next year” chuckle… But it’s just a day…

No matter how often I tell myself that it’s just a day, I still find myself getting caught up in the illusion, I catch myself reflecting on the past and wondering what the next year will bring. I even catch myself wondering what I’ll do differently this coming year…. Which is a load of bollocks, I mean if I want to do something different I can choose to do something different any day of the year, not because it’s a New Year…

Perhaps that’s our problem, we don’t want to believe that we could do things differently tomorrow, that would be too scary, we might actually have to do something about it if we believed that. So it’s easier to live with the compartmentalised construct of old years and New Years. It gives us an excuse to not do things until the New Year…. And there are about 82 New Years on average to rationalise our commitments away….