The start of a new year is like opening up a new note book... stiff, shiny, new, clean. Sometimes the writer can leap into the book, and can barely contain the words rushing to spill out. Other times the blank page stares up at them, beckoning to be written upon, yet the writer falters, sighs, and closes the book.
I'm finding myself faltering, sighing and closing the book.
Words and pictures are spinning through my head at a magnificent rate, yet putting any of those things into action is like turning the ignition key, and the motor doesn't even turn over. My battery is dead I think.
So I will sit, and rest, and try not to give myself a hard time because I haven't launched into the new year with vitality. .... and go and book my annual blood tests (that are quickly becoming overdue!) for tomorrow. .. Just to make sure that nothing physical is going on, that my lethargy and fatigue are post Christmas holiday blues related...
Are you bouncing with vitality, or are you like me, waiting for the RACQ to come and recharge my battery?