Yeah, yeah, I’m a little premature.
My “end of the year” blahs seem to be coming earlier than usual this year.
I get them every year, I think. That feeling of second-guessing yourself about how you spent yet another year of your life.
Once Thanksgiving was over, I let myself fall into the slump, taking the attitude that whatever I’m going to accomplish this is year is DONE, and all that’s left is the mop up. I haven’t been able to shake it.
Apparently, for me, a year has not quite 11 months in it, and for all intents and purposes, it’s 2015.
So. Happy 2015. (Cue Auld Lang Syne and fireworks!)
Hmmmm. I wasn’t able to muster much enthusiasm for that.
I must not QUITE be ready for 2014 to be done. Or, I’m not really looking forward to 2015. Or. Or I don’t know what. I’m in a blah zone at the moment. Do you ever get like that? Can’t work up much enthusiasm for anything and you don’t really know why?
I have no excuse for this.
2015 is stacking up to be a great year. We’ll be doing a fair amount of traveling and re-modeling the master bathroom (I love to nest!) So what’s my issue? I’m feeling lethargic and uninterested. Usually on these “poor, pitiful me” posts I’m able to pull myself out of it by the end. Not today.
I need a good swift kick in the pants! Anyone want to volunteer? No? Then I’m going to take a nap.