It’s the first day at work after the festive season and my mouth curls up in a half smile as I think of my unwilling preparations last night. Lunchbox, laptop, notebook, handbag. Everything in slow motion as if that somehow would have delayed the inevitable. That continued into Monday morning.
Then I got out of the door and started on the road. By mid journey I was feeling noticeably less sorry for myself.
And now I’m at work, and by mid-morning I peacefully let the holidays fade into a distant memory, and without any self-pity my typing gathers speed, my focus sharpens, and I ready my mind for a new year. The best yet. Welcome to 2014.