The last thing I need is to spend the next three months in a doomed enterprise of self-improvement. And so, instead, I count my blessings. Will you join me? Here’s to a happier new year. | OPINION by Richard Glover
This year, I’ve decided to make a New Year’s resolution that I’m certain to keep. I’ve resolved not to make a New Year’s resolution. Here’s my logic: after two years of the pandemic, the main thing we need is some optimism. As the old song put it, we need “to accentuate the positive”.
After that, I’ll clean my teeth, and mumble my thanks to Sydney Water. I live in a city in which you can turn on a tap and be served the most perfect drinking water. There’s only been a problem with it once in my lifetime – the great cryptosporidium crisis of 1998 – and that turned out to be a furphy.
Then Omicron came along and, what a surprise, the experts were proved spectacularly and lamentably correct. Plus the work colleagues who got tested and self-isolated at the merest sniffle, protecting the rest of us. It reminds me of the way snow falls on mountains, which just happen to be perfectly shaped for skiing. Or the way, just when you develop age spots and wrinkles – I have some now – you become too blind to see yourself in the mirror.