One can always tell it is January. The stores begin to neatly display exercise equipment and the isles are loaded to the brim with baskets, drawer organizers, large containers, and all the organizational tools you can think of. The year is new and so expectations are high. It’s a fresh start. A clean slate. Goals are set. Hopes are high.
For me it is different. Christmas is still lingering in my mind and I find it hard to let go of the year before and focus on the new. Looking forward means accepting the realization that there is a long, cruel winter ahead. The excitement of school has officially worn off. I find myself wondering why I wished it back those last few weeks of August.
There is the expectation of maybe a snow storm or two. That will usually arouse excitement for a little while. The chance to roll around in the snow, make snowballs and if we have enough snow, the prospect of making a snowman. It’s a brief moment to be childish. To forget about what I have to do, what I have to get done, etc. No matter how brief I welcome the change in the monotony of winter.
I have no real plans for meeting high goals or expectations. I am simply in a state of limbo. There is no real way to accelerate through February and March and no way to go back. I can merely just be for now.