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.
It’s that time again - time to start reflecting on 2017 and determining how 2018 will be that much better. As a long-time, fairly consistent gym attendee, I have witnessed New Year’s resolutions in action. January in the gym is so nuts that I generally avoid it. All the treadmills are full and the pool is standing room only. February is better, but by March it’s finally back to normal and I can resume my regular routine without waiting in line for anything. But where did everyone go?