I’ve often thought our shift from one year to another is as meaningless as the concept of “up” and “down” in outer space. Time is a human construct. But with the use of calendars based upon astronomical movements we can precisely mark the point of one year advancing to another. And that demarcation often compels us to make self-promises, or resolutions. Resolutions seem rather binding, like contracts. I know I’m not alone in feeling guilty for breaking resolutions over the years—you know, the difficult ones that might actually improve us as human beings.