Sorry…my new year just starts in March.

I’m opting out of the Gregorian calendar, like humans did long before we decided January needed life-changing resolutions. God forbid I let Pope Gregory XIII tell me what to do!

January is cold, dark, and deeply depressive. February is just more of the same — and for those of us whose fathers died and had birthday in February, it’s simply a nonsense month.

So, following older, nature-based traditions — and basic biology — I’m accepting that winter asks the human body for rest, calm, warmth, and quiet. Not reinvention.

I’ll save the big plans, the bold decisions, and the unreasonable optimism for the Spring. My life, my rules.