I love January.
Not the weather of course. That’s revolting.
Especially if you run, or ride a motorbike, like I do.
And not the dark, dark mornings. They’re horrendous too.
No, the thing I love about January is the wonderful sense of fresh beginnings.
Of possibility.
January’s all ‘out with the old and in with the new’.
It un-boxes a brand new year.
Revealing 12 months of potential fabulousness that await us.
Things we might not have dreamed of.
Who knows what joys this year holds?
The iPad 3?
The iPhone 5?
Yet more new technologies that will change the way the human race behaves?
Not to mention, perhaps, the odd exciting new start-up business. Ahem…
January gives us the opportunity to dream of perfection.
Of stuff the way it should be.
Sure, by December we’ll be hanging in rags drenched in the reality the past 365 days has dumped on us.
Hindsight is not always a wonderful thing.
But dreaming is.
(That’s the reason I’d never consult a fortune-teller. That and the fact they’re total charlatans.)
In January the future is unwritten.
Anything’s possible.
Except, possibly, skiing through a revolving door...
