I hate New Year’s resolutions. I hate everything about them. I hate that people make a list of all the stuff they should be doing – and then don’t do it. I hate that people call them “resolutions,” when really they’re wish lists. I hate that people say they lead to a “new you” because that’s total garbage; it’s the same you with new attributes. I hate that failure is so predictable. But most of all, I hate that there’s some accepted principle that you get a fresh start on January 1st – but not on March 11th or October 8th.