Well, two things.

#1. An uncommon number of my sentences start with the phrase "I recently realized something about myself..." Well, wait that's a sentence.

#2. January 1 is just a day. On a Calendar. Nothing more. Why do we choose this day to be the day we will try to make ourselves better? What if I decided that June 22 would be my revolutionary day, that after that point I would be a better person? I think I'll do that. June 22. Remind me please.

This thought is slightly undercooked but it's been floating around in my head.

We live our lives in 2.5 different phases.

#1. Who we are now.

#2. Who we want to be.

.5 Who we really want to be.

This one is set apart merely by the fact that who we really want to be is probably a lot less like #2 and very similar to #1. This explains the whole Calendar phenomenon, why we care about a certain day and don't make ourselves better when we find something that we want to improve.

If #2 = #2.5 then we would be better now. But instead we come up with ideals to pretend we're working towards.

Don't get me wrong, I have things that I want to do better this year... but to be honest, I probably wont.