Hope is on the horizon

Sunday 9th January

Why do I fall for it every year? Every year I think some miracle will occur and I will bubble over with some new found enthusiasm. To be fair, I usually do get a little spurt of motivation for the first few weeks at least, this year I don’t even think I got two days of it.

I wasn’t feeling 100%, not COVID (apparently this is now the done thing whenever we have a slight sniffle, declare it not COVID) anyway, my house was full of boys and football, the testosterone was getting too much so as soon as I felt better, I went over to my parents for dinner, my mum and I working up an appetite by having a little shopping trip. I felt better after my visit, like I had been reset.

Tuesday came way too fast and it was back to work properly from the Christmas break. Quite frankly, I was dreading it. I got up did some meditation and went for a walk, the plan being that I would do a walk before and after work to get into and out of work mode.
I’m not sure it worked as I spent the first zoom call of the day venting to my boss, he made the mistake of saying he wanted people to work longer hours, I of course let him know how I felt about that. I have no issue putting the hours in if you are appreciated and valued, but it has been made apparent on more than I one occasion, that this is not the case.