"I'm just going to come right out and say it: I loathe New Year's resolutions. I loathe them, but I still find myself blindly partaking in the charade like everyone else. It's as though a firing gun has somehow started, and January becomes a month of chastisement, intent and ascetic behaviour. "Right, it's time to fix absolutely EVERYTHING!" January announces."
"A fortnight later, the wheels have not only come off, they've rolled down into a ditch and burst into flames. Because it's hard to commit to something joyless and boring It seems inescapable, so this year I'm changing tack and trying something different. I will no longer pledge to journal, write creatively, wake up earlier, mind my finances and eat more leafy green vegetables. No, 2026 will be the year not of personal betterment, but of tweaks."
I loathe New Year's resolutions but often join them out of habit. January feels like a firing gun that triggers chastisement, intent and ascetic behaviour. Initial zeal leads to collapse: a fortnight later the effort has rolled into a ditch and burst into flames. Commitment feels unsustainable because many pledges are joyless and boring. In 2026 I will abandon grand pledges to journal, write creatively, wake earlier, manage finances or overhaul diet. I will pursue micro-hacks and small life enhancements instead. The plan prioritizes modest, sustainable tweaks that avoid perfectionism and aim to make life roughly 37pc less annoying.
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