New Year, Better You
WHEN I WAS HIRED IN 2008 AS FOUNDING EDITOR-IN-CHIEF OF THIS MAGAZINE, targeted at Canadians 45 years and older, there was a lot of incoming flak that I was too young for the job. I would half-joke that I should get a bonus for having to constantly assure readers and other stakeholders that I was, indeed, old enough. Fifteen years in, as I approach and, God willing, celebrate another milestone (read: huge) birthday in January, no assurances are necessary. I’ve never minded getting older, but there is a certain type of pressure, if only self-imposed, that comes with having a birthday around the turn of the year. As Halloween costumes and candy give way to Christmas music in elevators, a familiar sense of low-grade, but persistent, disappointment in myself begins to…