This Is The New Year
Hello. Happy 2024. It's the middle of January, and it is cold. We've had issues with our water this week, and the reminder of the precariousness of the system on which we so heavily rely has been sobering. So to has the fatigue I have not been able to sleep away, and the general malaise that normally happens at this time of year. There's this constant push-pull as the calendar flips over: push - planner reset, and goals and plans, dreams and hopes for the next 365 days; pull - relax, release, hibernate, it can all wait until spring. Spring should be the beginning of the year, and that's a fact. I am also feeling that this year is going to be special, in that nothing special is planned. It's a year where I am going to have to sift through a decade's worth of disorganised work (am awaiting an ADHD/autism review and frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if that's what's going on because my disorganisation is epic and confusing, because here I thought I was
