It’s the start of a new year, and I’ve been feeling overwhelmed and “meh” by the number of Facebook posts about fresh starts and resolutions. So, needless to say, I’m scrolling through my feed.
I’m like a New Year’s Scrooge.
My list of things I want to accomplish grows by the day, yet I feel unmotivated even though I want to make headway on some of these things.
Is it a Christmas hangover?
Perhaps it’s all the extra calories that I’ve consumed. Literally weighing me down.
Trust me, I’m not going to be giving up sugar or suggest that I should start working out. Not here or now. I’m just thinking through my figures as I sit in my Lazy Boy, avoiding some editing and trying to warm up by the fire.
I hope I’m not the only one feeling the blah-hum-bug.
Thinking on it further, this extraneous lack of excitement for a new year could also be that we’re at the end of our 2 week holiday break, and the amount of cleaning I’ve done over the last two weeks has finally gotten on my last nerve. The kids are in pretty good spirits, but it’s been worse than summer break all cooped up, since the temperatures have been under 20* and in the negatives.
And as far as writing and reading go? Uhhhh.
All writers go through slumps and I wouldn’t say I’m camped out in some valley, but I’m certainly not enjoying the view from some peak. I’d say it feels more like I’m 55 miles into a 500 mile hike.
As soon as we get back to our regular schedules, I intend to double knot my shoelaces, heft my backpack up a little higher, and hit the trail.