HappyComeLucky

I am writing this post while I am dosed up to the eyeballs on cold meds and feeling really rough. It isn’t the greatest start to the New Year. Surprisingly, I am still feeling very positive. Contrary to a lot of the messages that we get about January being depressing, I am very happy. I love this month. In many ways, January is my favourite month of the year. My feelings about January are probably influenced by it being my birthday month. As such, it always held the promise of excitement throughout my childhood. I grew up in a family where being attention seeking was frowned on, so the guarantee of feeling noticed around my birthday was always very precious.

Nowadays, my love of January is more than that. It is similar to my love of notebooks. That delicious moment when I part the covers and reveal the crisp fresh first page with all of its promise of possibilities. I adore the way that the notebook can be anything at that point and January feels the same. My favourite type of January day is filled with the same crisp cleanness – this time provided by the cold, clean lines of winter. The stark shapes of the trees and the focus of the short days of daylight add to the beauty.

January is fresh and promising. There is no blame or guilt in January. Nothing has slipped away. Nothing has been wasted. I am not especially keen on New Year’s Resolutions but I do adore the opportunity for fresh thoughts, plans and aims that the new page of the year gives me.

This year, I am going to be kinder to myself and care for myself much better. I am going to work with the challenges of my depression instead of battling it. I am fairly sure that this means that I will be more successful, as I won’t talk myself out of projects and I won’t curl into the corner hiding from opportunities.

So, here goes –  the start of writing my year on the fresh crisp page. I wish all of you the chance to write yourself a beautiful 2015.