We all know that New Year’s resolutions tend to wither and die an inglorious death by mid-Feb. But we want to set them, right? January feels like a new beginning, and we’d like to make it a good one, thanks.
The self-help world is full of alternatives to the traditional model for yearly resolutions, which usually gets dismissed. The received wisdom of this age tends to go a little like this:
New Year’s resolutions are a farce. If you want to do something different, take action now. You don’t have to wait for January to make a change.
Yup. This is true. But it’s January now (almost), and most of us feel a bit fat, hungover and otherwise Christmas-addled. So, let’s talk resolutions regardless. …
Hello, autumn. Hello, sluggish starts, overpopulated inboxes and mournful pining over the beach bar in Mallorca. Clearly, we need to take holidays. But returning to work after a healthy change of gear can be tiresome and frustrating. The same goes for getting back into the swing of things after a long weekend, a sabbatical, maternity or paternity leave, etc.
There are, however, a few things you can do to utilise this transition — to make it into the birth of a healthy working mindset, rather than the death of fun and downtime.
Try the following to kick-start your autumn with a fresh perspective. …
“Hazel, I think it might be time to freeze your eggs.”
Mum barely bothered with a “hello” before dropping that telephone bombshell — but she was probably right to convey some urgency. Menopause comes early for the women in our family. Her periods stopped at age 42 and I was only a handful of years younger than that when we had this conversation. If I wanted to be a mother, I’d better act fast.
It’s nothing short of miraculous that we’re able to take a collection of ova out of our bodies, put them on ice for a few years, and warm them up later like a microwave dinner. But it’s not without its tribulations. To better my chances of a good harvest, I’d have to pump myself full of hormones and undergo months of testing and invasive procedures. As a single woman, I’d also have to answer the not-so-simple question of who I wanted to do the fertilizing — all to shelve some rainy-day embryos. …