Only item on my 2015 ‘to do’ list is to be happy with who I am and what I have

MAYBE I’m a pervert, but I love January. Its calm gloom is like sinking into a cooling bath after the overheated mania of December.

And who doesn’t love opening a blank new calendar uncluttered by minor tyrannies, like dental check-ups and parent evenings? Give it a week and it’s a biro’d scribble of ‘things to do’, but there’s always that small, early January window, when the calendar page remains white as a fresh fall of snow.

As should your list of resolutions. Remain blank, I mean. Instead, how about a different kind of list — ‘things to stop freaking out about in 2015’: