From the time I became an adult, I wasted the last two months of every year.
You see, my birthday falls in November, about two weeks after Halloween. Between finishing all the candy and planning the ultimate celebration, there was no way I was going to change any behaviors, start anything new, launch an initiative, or do any soul-searching. No, all that could wait until I turned (insert age here).
But, see, Thankgiving comes two weeks after that—a holiday which I often used to host for as many as 25 people. I was hardly going to start a diet, look for a new job, renegotiate my relationship with my spouse (or with myself) before that was over. And so I waited some more.
But what happens after Thanksgiving? Well, Christmas. I had to get busy shopping—here it was, Black Friday, and I hadn’t bought a thing yet! There was a tree to decorate, cookies to be baked, presents to be wrapped, cards to be sent. It took the whole month of December. And of course the last week of the month would be recovery and the slide into New Year’s Eve.