…it is, isn’t it?
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is weird.
Our decorations are still up and my pants still don’t fit.
Everyone is nervous about the virus, and rightfully so. It is burning through New York right now, and it seems everyone I know has it.
I have this fidgety energy around the New Year and all the things I want to accomplish.
I know that this week is meant for relaxation and reflection, but I can’t bring myself to do either!
I just can’t wait for a fresh start in January. I find myself sighing loudly throughout the day, as if I could let out all the distress of 2021 out in a sigh.
In a few days I’ll be clinking my glass of Martinelli’s and on my merry way to a new and shiny year.
Exhausted,
O.
