Bleurgh, January. I feel this every year but the start of 2025 has been more of an uphill struggle than most (nothing physical, just emotional). As it draws to a close, I can feel my mood lift and my energy levels return. I have been slumped on the sofa, taking care of more biscuits than business!
I love December and the lead-up to Christmas but then my mood seems to fall off a cliff from about December 29th onwards. I’m not a fan of New Year’s Eve and, this year, all the ‘New Year, New Me’ bollocks have riled me more than usual. Frankly, I’m just glad to be seeing another year… I think this is very normal for anybody who’s had cancer. Our gratitude for life grows, while our patience for the hollow platitudes and bullshit diminishes. All I know is that the further I move away from January 1st, the better I feel. It was still light at 5pm today and this fills me with utter joy. Light after darkness.
Spring isn’t far away and the supermarket daffodils have helped get me through January (what else that costs a quid can bring so much joy?!). February sees the snowdrops. Tulips in March. April sees the start of the bluebells… These simple flowers are my crap-month coping strategies. Once we reach May and I know that summer’s here, I’m fine and don’t get all obsessive and weird about flowers. But in any given year’s early months, I cling to spring flowers like a life raft.
As my energy levels return, I’m hoping to get cracking again with more posts. Much like a cheery, wobble-headed daff, I’m ready to burst forth and share again.
Happy New Year, February’s almost here!
