There is always something stark, and clean-slate-ish, about that straight 1 on the first of January of any year.
Uncluttered, and full of promise. Or, I suppose, if you are going through a rough patch, full of threat or dread.
It’s generally a time of taking stock, this time of year. That downward slash of the 1 on the first of January can be rough.
It’s worth remembering, I think, that things are seldom as bad, or as good, as they appear.
And that however good, or bad, things may seem, the old saying of ‘This, too, shall pass’, is always a useful corrective.