Ah, the stroke of midnight on 31 December 2007. Millions of people around the world eagerly wish each other a Happy New Year and silently make their little list of resolutions in their minds. I am not one of those of people. Okay, I still wished everyone but, while others agreed to quit smoking, gym more and eat less chocolate, my only thought was getting to bed (I was rather tired).

Here’s the truth of the matter: I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. The whole thing is just too forced, somewhat fake and nobody can keep them past the one month mark. What’s the point of making a resolution when you’re already subconsciously setting yourself up to quit the programme a few weeks (or days) down the line?!

I know that there are things I want to achieve in 2008. Changes aren’t easy and tackling very big and scary projects have me tossing and turning at night. A real resolution will only succeed when the decision to do something comes from a very deep place. Some might say it comes from the heart, the soul or even furthest corners of the mind. I reckon you’ll know the time is right. At the moment, I’ve been hitting the gym every morning before 7am, I went without any chocolate for more than a week and my other plans for the year are slowly taking shape. I didn’t resolve to do any of this. I could just feel that the changes were happening and that’s when I know I’ll reach my goals.

Unfortunately, I can’t reveal the rest of my plans for 2008. I’m weirdly superstitious like that and have been following this recipe since high school. Let’s just say it makes things interesting for me and I work harder because I’m the only one who keeps track of my progress. If you’ve made some resolutions, I wish you the best of luck. I challenge you to prove me wrong and end off 2008 knowing that you achieved what you set out to do.