I’ve long ago stopped pretending that I could make any new changes to my life on January 1st. Even in a Lockdown, new years day happens in a strange time of disorientation, alcohol and chocolate.
Then the first Monday could count as a new start but the first week back at work is a bit messy and muddled and you’re still putting away Christmas.
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The Comfort Zone 