I woke up feeling worn out this morning. Despite trying to make the most of the relaxing four-day lull, my body refused to see the positives that my mind insisted on conjuring up. This tiredness and malaise is predominantly self-inflicted of course, and I know most of the reasons for it.
Too much red wine over a ten-day period.
Eating things I would never normally even have in the house.
Staying up far too late, for no good reason.
Being awakened by barking dogs before 8 am every day.
Allowing myself to be physically aware of every year of my long life so far.
And so on…
But I am a positive person now, so must search out the positives, and let them rise over the negatives trying to dominate my day. This first day of that strangely futuristic-sounding 2018, when in just three months, I will be 66 years old, an age I never expected to reach, at one time.
The sun is shining.
Ollie is waiting to go out, watching me type this. He has been exceptionally good, despite all the disruption to his routine.
The house is warm and dry, and everything has been tidied away.
After today, life returns to normal, until the 24th of December at least.
My blogging friends are all anticipating the year ahead, and many are featuring their blogging ‘best bits’ of 2017.
The TV will stop showing ‘specials’ and tired re-runs of films, concentrating instead on some fine ‘winter drama’ to enjoy in the coming months.
I have a pile of DVD films to watch and review.
My wife starts a new job next Monday. A fresh start, and a complete change of career.
So, the positives far outweigh the negatives.
You just have to say them out loud.