It seems entirely possible to escape the Christmas buzz. You can wrap yourself in a big Scrooge-like blanket.

Pretend that as a non-Christian that you don’t need to celebrate it. Treat it as a good time to get a good dinner and spend some time with the folks. That’s all nice and such.

But while you can escape the Christmas buzz, escaping the post-Christmas blues seems impossible for the hardest heart to escape the downbeat feel that follows always follows.

If I’m honest I spent a lot of the festive season wishing it was over. Thinking to myself I can’t wait for my favourite colleagues to come back to work, or I can’t wait for me friends to come back from the four corners so we can get on with whatever we were doing previously.

But it seems even the most cynical heart balks a little as that tinsel comes down.

I blame the New Year.

It puts so much pressure on you. To change something significant about yourself, to be someone new, to be someone better.

But the only thing the year before has taught me is I ain’t going to ever change.

Not because there’s not things that I can’t to do better, but simply because I’m happy doing things the way I do them.

You can make as many resolutions as you like, but once you’ve reached the age of 27 you’ve chosen your path. And rather than spend time trying to change it, why not spend time liking the path you are on.

I’ve always thought I could be a better man, but perhaps this year my resolution should be to like the man I am better.