Before I start this column about New Year’s resolutions, let me tell you one thing.
One important thing. One VITAL thing. I hate New Year’s resolutions.
They put undue pressure on people and make us less likely to succeed at something than if we just randomly decided to do so mid-way through the year.
Nothing makes giving up double helpings of fresh cream cakes harder than somebody constantly asking how you are getting on and reminding you of the sweet, spongy, calorific hole in your life.
For me, New Year’s resolutions are as ill-thought as buying flowers on Valentine’s Day because you feel you have to rather than because you want to.
If you want to lose weight, do it. If you want to say I love you, do it.
If you want to visit all the tube stations on the Central Line at half past three on a Sunday, do it.
Don’t wait until that cheap calendar from one of the pop-up shops that has disappeared now Christmas is gone gives you permission.
Back to my point. I hate New Year’s resolutions, but I do see the New Year as a chance to set yourself a few goals and targets – look again at the things you want to achieve and see if anything new could be added to the list.
I managed all of mine last year. Well both. If you aim small you will succeed.
This year we have decided to go to the theatre more and we’ve already had two 2014-fuelled romps to the West End to see a remarkable play called Mojo with Corby’s Brendan Coyle in and a new adaptation of Jeeves and Wooster with Matthew MacFadyen whose father, apparently, is also from Corby.
We’ve probably exhausted the West-End-plays-with-Corby-connections catalogue so my goals list will have to resort to general works of non-town specific drama.
Whatever you decide to achieve this year, do it for yourself and you’re bound to succeed.