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Oh January, you and I have a hate-hate relationship. I don’t like you, and in all honesty, I don’t think you like me. The concept of Christmas feels a millennia ago, when the cold was alluring and inviting, and still had some charm to it. I could eat as much as I wanted, was mostly gin and had a bucket-load of annual leave to take. It all feels like a haze of fun and fairy lights. But now, the tree is down, it’s dark and well, just a bit shit.
January is a weird time for me. I find myself split into almost two very mutually exclusive personalities. The first half of me is the ideal January. You’ve seen her on Instagram, right? The girl who is going to the gym, working on her online persona like an absolute boss and nailing the work-life balance. She is everything you aspire to be. In my head, I’m like her; I’m this flawless goddess-like creature who just exudes vitality.
In reality, I’m more the archetypal January. I’ve gone to the gym, maybe three times, and each time I’ve almost thrown up. I’ve had another bought of cold/flu which meant the month didn’t really get going for me until like the week before last. I really love stretchy pants at the moment because I’m slightly (read: very) aware of the post-Christmas podge. I’m constantly tired. The dark nights are getting to me. I miss not going out without a barrage of layers. Also, I’m really fucking skint and I want to book a holiday.
January is shit, and I’m embracing it. I’m here to hear everyone moan because I nod my head in agreement. I’m no “girl boss” (bleurgh) and I’m tired of the perception that I have to be. Shall I tell you how many times I’ve considered writing this post? Like 4. It’s now Friday when I normally already have something ready, but apparently, the only thing that can motivate is my own sense of impending failure. A true mood.
Together, we will embrace the trail month. I’m dipping my toe back into real life and that is okay. You don’t have to be your best self yet. Use this time to plan your year, think about where you want to go. Or don’t, it’s hard enough as it is. I mean, I’m still trying to balance my diet with everyone in the office still bring in post-Christmas snacks. Tiny food is my weakness.
If you’re finding this time of year hard, you’re not alone. I’m with you every step of the way and dreaming of a less bleak time. See you on the flip side.