A new year brings a new fixation on loss.
We tell ourselves: yes, this is the year we’ll lose, and we’ll lose triumphantly for the better.
Shed those hated pounds, chop off your hair and slough away the stress for a fresh, scrubbed outlook on life.
This is extremely difficult to do in January.
No offense to everyone who celebrates birthdays (sorry, Dad and Martin Luther King Jr.), anniversaries or other memorable occasions during the month, but I hate January.