Where Did January Go?

It never fails to amaze me that yet again the sands of time slips by. I thought it was only last week we wished ourselves a Happy New Year, full of new resolutions which if you are like me have now officially been broken. Actually that’s not true. I didn’t make any. I don’t believe in them anymore. I guess I am more of a mid-year resolution kinda gal. That’s ok.

I am about to travel again next month and I thought I just came back. I don’t mind but at the moment there is a feeling of lethargy. Perhaps February is the new January Blues. There is just so much to sort out in our personal lives, like stupid things like going to the bank but I hate the idea of going to the bank. There is be a more efficient way of going about things. It takes so long. Life. Which reminds me of that ultra cool excerpt from “Trainspotting”:

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.

"Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,

compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good

health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed

interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your

friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a

three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing

game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose

rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable

home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up

brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life."

Which pretty much sums it up.