It’s officially over a week into the new year, so I’m keeping this short(er). There’s already a ton of noise. A barrage of fanfare about being the best, new you. As per uze. The trendy eating plans. Workout sessions. The intention setting. Focusing on giving up XYZ in favor of “healthier” behavior.
Beyond the toxic standard of perfectionism, it pokes at the idea that we’re bundled in the rhetorical “should auld acquaintances be forgot?” of Auld Lang Syne. Resolution culture pressures us to make that choice a must. Forgetting. Cutting out the old habits, old self, etc. Ruthlessly.
But what if, in the new year, we started celebrating last year’s shittiness rather than shoving it under the rug of denial, betterment, and, sometimes, hypocrisy? What if we embraced it and used it to grow instead?
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