The brand-spanking fresh new year. I am ready to dive head first into it, tackling whatever comes my way. After last years big freeze with mountains of snow and ice that seemed to last forever this years lame temperatures make me yearn for Spring and everything that comes with it. I am not holding out for winter any more. I’m bored with it. Instead I am counting each minute that the day is longer in the evenings, inhaling deeply when I pass green grass and budding trees on my morning runs and surrounding myself with fresh flowers that make my office look like a garden centre.
In my head it’s like that slap in the face followed by a bucket of water you see in films featuring boxing matches. I am the slightly disoriented light-weight in the corner and dark winter evenings that make you want to go to bed at 5pm are my opponent. I know I can do this. I just need to make it through the next few rounds.
Maybe I need to watch less films. Then again, anything that helps, right?