In like a lion
Comments (9) Is the heavy thunderstorm that woke me up this morning a sign that this dreadful winter is over? Or is it all a ruse?
No need to answer. I’m not that gullible. (Plus, I looked at the forecast last night.)
But I will admit, for a second, seeing that pathetic little patch of grass in our lawn gave me a glimmer of hope.
January and February slipped away from me. It was a combination of being so overwhelmed at work, and being so unmotivated by our biting temperatures and mounds upon mounds of snow.
I am someone who lives life at its happiest when I am working towards something – whether it be a goal, milestone, or an event. These last two months haven’t had anything like that for me. I tried to regularly exercise – that failed. I haven’t worked on any of my personal professional goals because I am so sick and tired of work by the time I get home. Steven and I shut ourselves in during the weekends these past two months because we were too worn out to put on happy faces and be conversationalists (well, at least I was, anyway).
So, yeah. It’s time to quit whining and start trying again.
At least until it snows again.
Themocracy