Let's be honest, am I ever sure of anything at all? I may act very confidant and seem certain in all my actions and decisions, but even as I am typing this I am questioning it. That is my general feeling about new years. every year we get a new one and every year there is this expectation to "do more, be more, have more" when all I want is to just..."be".
The entire construct of a "New Year" is somewhat like text messages. This comparison many seem a bit dated to some of you too-young to remember so i'll try to explain myself. It used to be (in the early days of cellphones) that you were given certain number of "minutes" or "characters" per-month that you could use. And at the end of each month these would expire and you would loose the ones you did not use. Then one day some genius intern had the bright idea to start a different policy called the "cary over" (or something like that) where the minutes and characters you did not use would roll-over to the next month, never expire and can be built up. In a way it was being more honest to the customer by giving them what they payed for and the ability to use it more freely.
Now the reason none of this is really relevant (*cough cough* @ Millennials) is because we all have unlimited data and no one gives a s$i& about how much they use or do not use.
But back to the "New Year." People keep looking at each year like the monthly plan that is pre-payed. You have set expectations at the beginning and if you do not reach those by the end of the year you feel like you waisted your "time" and rush to achieve some sort of accomplishment that was totally unnecessary. Then the process is repeated each year with new expectations and the scramble or constant budgeting of time to reach some sort of goal before the next year rolls around. It is maddening and monotonous.
Life should be more like the unlimited plan. Obviously life is not unlimited but the way we treat it could be similar. If maybe we saw our time on earth as one continuous stream of effort and events and not just a cyclical revolution like a nail driven into a wheal that turns endlessly until it breaks we might actually accomplish something more than we had hoped.
Anyway, just some thoughts because it is January 2nd 2018 and the new year has me in a strange mood.