New Year’s resolutions are acknowledgements more than they are actual resolutions. After all, why would you wait until the beginning of a new year to fix a problem you knew had to be fixed long ago? No, resolutions made around this time of year are vague and pie in the sky, partially because the point isn’t really to accomplish anything tangible—it’s to realize there’s something wrong with your life and, if nothing else, you ought to start doing something about it.

You need to lose weight, you tell yourself. You need to socialize more. You need to start investing. You need to find a lover. You need to find happiness. But what you’re really saying is you think you’re unattractive. Shy. Can’t pay the bills. Alone and frustrated. In short, New Year’s resolutions aren’t about solutions; they’re about the small emotional vulnerabilities everyone has.

“The Good That Won’t Come Out” seems like a perfect fit for this time of year. When Jenny Lewis describes the doctor charting up her insides, signing “they’d see all of it, all of me, all of it,” it’s the perfect image of someone who can’t bear to show their own weaknesses. It’s a great opening to a great album, and so why not the opening to the year as well?