The new year brings the feeling of a new beginning to me. A fresh slate, if you'll pardon the cliché. I no longer make New Year Resolutions, but I do try to make an effort to improve myself in a few areas. Lose weight seems to be at the top of my list every year. And to write more. I always endeavour to use blogging or tweeting to get the creative juices flowing, hoping to get inspired for more songwriting, but it's been a pretty dry few years.
Some people go down the 'new year, new me' road and try super hard to be the person that they wish they could be. I get quite tickled at how full gyms are in the first coupla weeks of January, before they start to get sparse again by February.
Others cry 'arbitrary this' and 'time marker that', but I think I sit somewhere in the middle. There's something about January 1st and December 31st that just cries out 'bookends' to me.
I've had little projects that take up a year, and I always tend to confine them to the traditional 365 (or 366) day time constraint. They've started on Jan 1 and ended on Dec 31...one year.
Of course, I realise that a year can commence by using any date as a starting point. Some may do this with birthdays. If I ever do a year-long project, I always start on Jan 1st. Things like tweeting birthdays/album releases of musicians. Or logging a list of movies I've watched, or albums I've listened to.
Weird. I could start at any time really, couldn't I? Must be the autistic in me.
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