Why do we want to start over and remake our lives every January 1st?  Is it guilt for overindulging over the holidays?  Is it disappointment that we haven’t achieved what we imagined to be our true potential?  Or self-pity, shame, self-hatred, or doubt about our own self-worth?   When did it start? Is it all the negative little voices in our heads that point out all our faults?  Perhaps in the distant past, long before we were able to form a coherent thought, someone indicated that they didn’t approve of something we’d done – pooping in our diaper or making too much noise crying.     Maybe as we grew…