It’s the middle of January already and we are currently working through what is alleged to be the most depressing week of the year. ‘Blue Monday’ has passed. It’s a time of dark nights, bills, and over a week to go to the first payday of the year. Specific to this year, for many of us, January 31 will be a day of great sadness rather than celebration. And we may not be sure how to handle that.
Some will be beating themselves up, having ‘failed’ to stick at the resolutions made just 3 weeks ago. If that’s the case, maybe it’s the resolution needs some adjustment?
My own resolution this year was to actually train for the two undulating 10k runs for which I signed up on New Year’s Day; I wasn’t overly specific on the form of the training. I’ve now looked at a training programme and, having run just over 5k (on the level) this afternoon, I’m willing to claim that I’m on target with that.
This granny is pleased to be enjoying a good week so far. It’s my birthday week and I’m back on a prime number; that is always something to celebrate. A day out in York, in the sunshine, with Mr A, daughters one and three, and granddaughter number two was the icing on the cake. A trip around the minster, bookended by brunch and tea, was the day’s highlight. I don’t think that we were suffering any significant blues; but if we were, we were very easily cheered by the cheeky gargoyles of the Chapter House.
Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, o Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of the night; for the love of thy only son, our saviour, Jesus Christ. (Evening collect, Book of Common Prayer)