I am not uninterested in change. I am uninterested in pretending that it is always available, or that it arrives at midnight. So, this is how I have entered 2026. Not with a clean page but with a pen hovering over old ink, writing in the margins where I can. I am not starting again, I am continuing, carefully. Happy New Year. Same old life.
This is true on various levels. The psychological threshold that is a new calendar year was apparent to me as a child. I tell my team now 'if this were April and you had to postpone to May would you think that is problematic? Then why when its mid December is it hard to postpone to early January?