I don’t know about you, but January is my least favorite month of the year. That’s putting it mildly. Somehow, I don’ think I’m alone. It feels like bad things happen in January- or perhaps it’s just my perspective that makes them feel so bad.
I don’t know about you, but January is my least favorite month of the year. That’s putting it mildly. Somehow, I don’ think I’m alone. It feels like bad things happen in January- or perhaps it’s just my perspective that makes them feel so bad.
The Christmas letdown is in full swing, children have come and gone (or at least gone back to school) and, if you live in northern tundra like I do, all you see is white. EVERYWHERE. It’s cold and somehow that makes everything harder- unless you are like my husband, and then the cold along with the fluffy white stuff promises adventure. Like skiing, snowshoeing or snowman making.
But I’ve done all of those things and still, I find that January and snow just hurt sometimes. They make the memories of recent holidays colder- even sadder. But why? I really can’t quite figure this out.
I know enough about Seasonal Affective Disorder to know that it is real and I respect it. But aside from that, many of us struggle with the doldrums if not outright depression. We feel the blahs where motivation to do anything- much less make resolutions to lose weight, start exercising, be kinder, etc. – is hard. So what do we do? That’s the million-dollar question.
