I always feel like my new year beings mid-January. Retail chaos continues until then, so there really is no break. By now I'm burned out, crabby, and just want to take a few days off, but can't cause there's so much clean up still to do at work!
Cleaning up the store and reading Diane's blog has got that niggling bug started. I must get rid of the junk in my house. Feeling cozy and comfy during cold winter nights (although hardly winter here--tomorrow it's going to be in the 50's) means I cannot have a house that looks like Hoarders. It may not be that bad, but it feels like I have to sleep on a recliner surrounded by old food and dead animals crushed under the weight of newspaper stacks.
Yes, my imagination is that vivid. And I don't have a recliner.
Anywhoo...I do feel like a hoarder in that I do not want to talk, see, or entertain anyone. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything but stick my nose in a book. This is really not a good attitude to have, so I think tossing stuff into trash bags may be the answer. Ruthlessly getting rid of junk. Putting gobs of books on half.com to sell; cleaning out cupboards and organizing my foodstuffs so I know what the heck Bud and I need to eat for the next few months--there is a turkey in the deep freeze that must be eaten sometime...and plastic containers full of green chile sauce and random things. Probably stuff from two years ago that just needs to go.
So I am aware everyone else started their year on January 1st--working out, cleaning up, eating right. Yeah. Good for you. I didn't. I'll be kicking my ass into gear sometime soon. Don't know when. But sometime. Really.