So here’s the thing …
I like setting goals.
I like new starts (mostly.)
I love seeing the end of December (because honestly, after you’ve survived it–as wonderful as much of it is–nothing is better than seeing it done.)
I do NOT like January.
There. I’ve said it. I’ve put it out there. January and I are in a rocky relationship, and frankly, we’re both pretty glad there are only two weeks remaining that we’re stuck together.
I’ve tried to sidle up and make friends with January. In fact, I used to get all wound up and excited about the freshness of a new year, the blank slate, etc, etc. But since I’ve had kids (which has coincidentally coincided with changes / progress in my career), maybe December has gotten so nuts that I’m too tired to enjoy January. In fact, I don’t quite reconcile to the whole new year until around late February or so, perhaps around about the time I have the energy to do so again. 😉
And I’ve decided … I’m okay with that. Mostly. Kind of. Would I rather start the year with a burst of creative energy and let the happy bubble of writing and imagination-mojo carry me through one of the darkest months of the year? You bet! But, since it’s not happening this year at the very least, perhaps I should try and accept it and move forward anyway. Maybe January and I can be friends next year.
What about you? Do you start January with a battle-cry and burst of renewed energy? Is it one of your favorite months, or not? Love to hear from you. 🙂
But, since I’m trying to follow through on the whole “actually working” part, I need to run and put some words on the page. Hope you’re doing the same. 🙂 Thanks for reading, happy writing out there, and see you next week.