January is the month that, where I live, in the south of England, everyone gets serious again. All the paraphernalia of Christmas – all the merriment and cheer and colourful lighting – is cleared away in favour of sobering goals for the year ahead. It’s never something that’s appealed strongly to me, making goals, but I do feel the allure of wiping a slate clean and starting again. It’s like a run in a roguelike game, I like to think. Time for a new me.
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