It’s been a bit of an odd day today. We returned from my parents yesterday evening, so I spent most of the first part of the morning clearing the house of Christmas. Tree down, decorations packed, pushing the vacuum cleaner around…
Of course, this took most of my day’s energy (those familiar with the ‘spoon theory‘ will understand when I say I used up all my spoons). Then I was left with a general feeling of frustration at a) not being able to get to do any of my other tasks and b) not even managing to complete the first task to my satisfaction – ie the dining room/spare room/bathroom/most other places still need some work. I had a brief resuscitation over dinner, but then expended my extra spoons doing the washing up. I’ll say it again: snurg.
For the odd moment, I felt a wave of despair over the contrast of my New Year dreaming and the reality of the day to day chores that so often take the best of me. This is a downside of New Year measurements, of course, where we decide that at this point we will mark the twelve monthly cycle of the year, and set ourselves up for a ‘new start’.
Feels so exciting and inspiring until you hit normality with a thump. I have to remind myself that today is only one day, and 2013 is not taking place in the space of 24 hours. There are other mornings. I can only hope some of them can be spent chasing dreams – and not hoovering them up like dust.