The busyness of the holidays is over.
The tornado that has been swirling since October is beginning to dissipate and I feel like I might just be able to come up for air. Exhale —inhale.
New endings and new beginnings. Just like that.
Here we go again. It’s only been a few weeks into this new year and I’ve been inundated with an onslaught of goals, expectations, and resolutions I should have for myself this coming year. Social media has bombarded me with posts about every program for weight loss, finances, wellness, speaking, writing, and relationships that promise me guaranteed success in just three easy steps and three easy payments.
Every January has the same rhythm, it seems. We’ve made it through another year of Christmas gatherings, we’ve swept away the confetti from our New Year’s celebrations. The decorations have finally been stored away for another year, just in time for the grey days of winter to settle in around us.
Everyone has made their New Year’s resolutions, some of which have already been broken and forgotten. Our “to-do” lists have grown long with all of the tasks put off from the previous year. The champagne has barely lost its sparkle and yet we’re off to the races for another year.