Happy New Year, friends! This time of year is one of my favorites — certainly more so than Christmastime, even with its warm glow and family togetherness. I like how austere January feels, as if the clutter of life is stripped away, revealing the bones of what it is, has been, and could be.
By “could be,” I don’t mean to sound like a lifestyle coach, whose ilk descend upon us on January 1, urging us to adopt personal improvement plans as the key to a hashtag great life. Sure, eating less sugar or going to bed earlier or giving up doomscrolling would probably reap tangible rewards. But part of the self-help machine is to get us to believe that our lives can be fixed with this One Amazing Trick — that multilayered internal problems can be fixed with a single, external solution. And when the trick inevitably doesn’t work, we go out in search of one that will, thus greasing the wheels of the self-help machine.
What ails us is far deeper, more complex, and mo…
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