Say Boo to Fear

I imagine that for most people the prospect of a new year is a very exciting thing. It is a clean slate, a chance to improve on your previous years performance. I am, unfortunately, not one of these people. Sure the idea of a new year seems exciting but I can’t seem to escape the panic that grips my entire body. The New Year in all of its gaudy glitzy glory paralyses me. Welcome to no-mans land. The limbo between half-excited and half-petrified.

I have found that the beginning of a year means there are no limits. Or at least not the ones that you find yourself constrained by come June. Everything seems possible and if you are the kind of person who finds ordering off a menu difficult, then you are going to find these kinds of options irresistibly overpowering. The choice between chicken and beef is going to seem trivial in comparison to the ‘what am I going to do this year’ conundrum. There’s something about all that ‘prospect’ that, for me, has always been utterly overwhelming.

Of course you can’t go through life like this. It is a little self-defeating and it is also, I am afraid to say, completely pointless. What an unbelievable waste of time and brain-power. So what I am trying to say is don’t bother being afraid. It’s pointless, it reduces your life expectancy, I do know it definitely gives you wrinkles and I am presently trying to link it to cellulite.