I’m not feeling ready to head back to work tomorrow at all. Although perhaps it sounds asinine, I somehow thought that with the new year I would magically feel pumped and motivated about returning. But alas, I do not.
Mostly I feel trepidation. I’m fairly sure there will be very little easing back into the flow, as we eased into the holidays with a slow taper. I think we’ll start tomorrow with a full plate.
I’m trying to have excitement and anticipation and thoughts that this is the turn-around year, but my damn realism is kicking my ass.
My only resolution for the year was to be my best version of myself (gah, corny, I know), but I think if I can just manage to stop sabotaging myself, this year might turn out alright.

