January is a time for new beginnings and a fresh outlook on life. Not really! January, more accurately, is a time for broken resolutions, continued procrastination, and ultimately defeat. People commonly use the first day of the first month of a brand new year to fool themselves into thinking they can somehow change something about their behavior they’ve been holding on to the previous 364 days. I myself have not been entirely immune to that way of thinking.

For example, late last year I made the decision to unretire my blog this January, after about a 29 month hiatus. But here we are – it is already February – and much closer to the end of the month than the beginning, I might add. Better late than never? Or just another New Year’s failure? I rarely make New Year’s resolutions, unless of course you count my annual go-to resolve of continuing to be the same humble, awesome person that I am. Admittedly, I was gung-ho once when resolving to do daily sit-ups beginning January 1st of 2021. Oh well, maybe next year.

January is also probably my least favorite month of the year due to the sadness it brings into my life. I’m sad because Christmas is now truly over. I’m really sad that the Fantasy Football season is over. And in real football I’m often sad about which teams are headed to the Super Bowl. Rooting for the underdog is imbedded in my being. I have an Underdog tattoo (also imbedded) as proof.

Therefore, a Texans/Lions matchup in Super Bowl 58 would’ve been much more to my liking. But those two playoff teams ended their seasons in defeat much like those who have ever made a New Year’s resolution. So, this is what January means to me. What does January mean to you?