It's a bipolar time of year, and the month, of course, is named after the two-faced god, Janus, looking in two directions, backwards and forwards. So, as I look back and forth, I am bipolar, depressed and lethargic, as I have been for several weeks now, and also (I hope) energetic and optimistic, if not quite happy. Not yet. Jonathan Swift said that happiness was a state of being well-deceived. That makes me think of Candide looking at everything with his rose-coloured glasses (is that what they were?) and saying "Lovely, lovely". With or without deceptive glasses, you look with different eyes at different objects and arrange your feelings and judgements accordingly. I can't recommend unwavering optimism, but I don't believe you should dwell on disaster. Good days and bad days. I'm still trying to work it out and hang in there. So a new month/year is a challenge. Which way are you going to call it? Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life. Remember that? Remember that!

Happy whatever.