Oh dear. It’s only January 4, the weather is still quite lovely (though I’d sure like to see the sun for a change), and yet I’m getting hit with a serious case of the January blahs. It’s been hard getting back to work after a nice holiday. My energy is sapped, I can hardly drag my body out of bed in the morning, I feel unmotivated and uninspired, and I’ve succumbed to the temptation of the “wishes”.
I wish I had a winter holiday to look forward to. Somewhere warm and sunny.
I wish Christmas vacation weren’t over and I could be at home with my kids.
I wish I could quit my job and be a stay-at-home mom.
I wish I could make a decent living as a freelance writer. Or consultant.
I wish I could motivate myself to exercise so I’d have more energy.
I wish I could stay in bed in the morning instead of responding to the alarm.
I wish I didn’t have to be a slave to the pay cheque.
I wish I didn’t eat so much when I’m feeling blue.
I wish I felt more inspired.
I wish something exciting would happen so I’d feel invigorated for awhile.
I wish the sun would come out.
I wish…
I wish…
Oh well. It’s no use wishing. This is my life, this is what I’ve got for now and not much is going to change in the near future. Just gotta suck it up and make the best of it. I suppose there ARE some things I could change – like eating less and exercising more – but I’m too busy wallowing in self pity to try.
Yeah, yeah, I know I should count my blessings, it could be worse, “always look on the bright side”, blah, blah, blah. Spare me the platitudes – I just wanna wallow for awhile. I’ll be better soon… like maybe March.
8 comments:
Sometimes it is nice to wallow, then it feels so much better when we pull ourselves up and out of it.
Hope some sun comes your way soon!
No platitudes here! Wallow away. Maybe we could plan an outing in January or February? I know a play or a concert isn't a winter vacation but it's something, no?
Hey, so far after one day on my post-Christmas diet I've successfully gained 1/2 pound... Here's to wallowing.
February is more my month, or maybe March when spring decides not to come yet.
Wpg is Canada's sunniest city. Honestly! If there's no sun there, what hope have we here in drab Toronto? Oh woe is us, Heather! (Head tilted up and back of hand pressed to forehead.)
I'm trying to stave off the winter blahs with pounds of chocolate. Doesn't seem to be helping...
February is also the worst month of the year for me. And this February I turn 30, which will just make the misery complete.
This always happens to me in January. I think this is part of the reason I dread this month so much and am always so glad to have it pass. I too am missing the sun. Lots of sunlight is usually the saving grace for January.. not so this year. WE NEED MORE SUN!!
I'm with AC. March can be the toughest month for me because I've had enough of winter by that time and I know that it'll be at least 4 weeks before the grass starts turning green.
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