Eithne Shortall: why next week is the real new year, and what you need to do to embrace it

I am a terrible woman for going to bed on a Sunday night, declaring that ‘Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life’. This statement is usually made after eating a bag of sugar while watching mindless TV and scrolling on my phone before finally dragging myself up the stairs two hours later than intended. The declaration is made to Himself who politely acts as though he didn’t hear the exact same ...