The countdown the annual avalanche of “New Year’s resolution” guilt is on, drowning us in a tidal wave of “shoulda” “coulda” and “have-tos.” We vow to conquer Everest before breakfast, sculpt Instagram-worthy physiques, and become productivity ninjas, only to find ourselves face-planting into February with resolutions crumpled like confetti underfoot. At least, that is me each year. For me, I genuinely think of it as a great way to have…
