Januaryitis

Is it just me, or does January seem to deliver a complicated mixture of excitement and anxiety?

Like, I’m super excited about all the things I want to accomplish this year…

…to the point of being overwhelmed.

I’m stoked to tackle all the things I got behind on during the holidays…

…and yet, my head is spinning with fatigue on where to start.

I’m full of love and creativity for projects I now have time to do…

…and I’m exhausted just thinking about them.

Has anyone else landed on this side of the holidays more burned out than they were before it?

I’ve been teaching a lot of yoga this month and among my favorite class themes is this…

…which I keep on having to beat over my own head–not joking–several times a day.

What is it about January and “hitting the ground running?”

What if I just want to be quiet and take a lot of naps and be quiet and read books and be quiet and do very little most of the time?

What if I want to stop worrying about over committing and underdelivering (case in point, the fucking hot dog blog series I’ve been promising for more than a year)?

What if I just want to get a couple of things done and know that those things are enough things for one day and I can do a couple more things tomorrow?

What if I want to wander around aimlessly because I can’t remember what I was supposed to be doing?

I write this to you while I continue trying to tackle a to-do list that is currently SEVENTEEN items long.

That’s too long. Especially when the days are so short.

But I remain, my friends, a walking, talking contradiction.

And I maintain that’s what it takes to simply be human.

And that is truly just fine.