Do you share my displeasure for resolutions? All they seem to do is arm us for failure or, at best, mediocrity. And yet, with the roll around of each January we find ourselves prompted to be doing more – to be thinner, fitter, better read, more engaged – superhumans ridden with guilt. In recent years, I have embraced the idea of the anti-resolution: an acknowledgement of what we do well already, rather than a kind of hoop-jumping aspiration set up to fail.
During COVID many of us embraced a passion, from sourdough bread-making to jigsaw puzzles and crafting. Just because life is no longer stopping for the pandemic, doesn’t mean you need to give these things up. They made you feel good – right? It was nice to have that ‘me time’.