What could be more soul-crushing than the New Year’s resolution, that annual not-so-gentle reminder of a) our miserable failings; and b) our inadequate resolve to address those shortcomings beyond perhaps a week-long window? It’s so much simpler, I’ve discovered, to spend time simply becoming more at peace with our foibles: our overweightedness, our inability to play piano or make sourdough starter; our assorted vices and crutches.
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