The Babylonians (circa 2000 BCE), the ancient Egyptians and early Romans all celebrated the new year at the spring equinox, which makes so much sense. The days warm and lengthen. Birdsong sweetens the morning air and my coffee. Crocuses push up energetically through banked snow. The bright spring sun, despite the cold, causes a surge of happiness and energy to rise through me like sap. I become ambitious, new resolutions and plans surging forth organically. And while achieving all my resolutions in the year I make them is unlikely, still, the chance of achieving some of them is good to very good because… energy.

I don’t know about you but my energy level from December through March is low to non-existent.