She’s tired of the usual New Year’s resolutions. They’re so predictable and boring, uninspiring and leaning towards self-denial (give up this, cut out that) or self-torture (get up at 5am and run 5 miles every morning, go to the gym 6 days a week).
January, cold and wet, with still more hours of dark than daylight – all the more obvious when the Christmas decorations are carefully packed away until next year – is a bad time for these things. Late spring is the time that a fruit smoothie and a walk by the river might win over a bar of chocolate eaten while huddled inside in an oversized jumper and fuzzy slippers.
Breaking these over enthusiastic resolutions just seems to make people more miserable.
So this year she’s choosing happiness. What that means she hasn’t fully decided. Sometimes it might mean staying home instead of going to a party she doesn’t want to attend, sometimes it will mean going to a party because seeing her friends and sharing a bottle of wine sounds fun. Sometimes it will mean drawing, however badly, because she enjoys sketching for the pleasure of it rather than as a means to any monetary end. Sometimes it will mean doing housework and then a long hot bath she feels she’s earned.
Choosing happiness is a goal she can happily work towards, not something she’ll be miserable over three weeks into January, and that’s a good start.