Alexandra Jones, Culture and Features Executive Editor
I’ve always been quietly in favour of a resolution. Not as an act of self-flagellation but as an act of hope. Pledging to change or achieve something adds a glimmer of energy and anticipation to the cold, sharp end of the year. It says “I’m ready to make the next 12 months my b****, just watch”. Even if we’ve been rendered sluggish by too many cheese boards and too little daylight, the implication is that we are now ready to emerge from the festive chrysalis and flap our wings.
