Life Back in Motion

January has always been a bad month for me. It's not unusual for me to get what I've heard referred to as the "January Blues" by some. For me, it often happens as a result of holiday withdrawals. Basically, there's at least a month, perhaps more, depending on the year, where it seems like there's so many fun things to do and suddenly, nothing. That's what often gets to me. This year, it still happened, but differently. Instead of activity withdrawals, it's more of being in that stage of grief when you know life needs to move on, but you're still in the middle of stunned mode when you're trying to figure out what's going on, and a new routine needs to be established.

It doesn't seem to be sticking quite as long, though. I still have my disabled brother to take care of, and the little job my neighbor has given me has helped me fill up some of the time that was suddenly opened when my mom passed away. I'm going to bed most days now feeling like I've accomplished something for the day. I love that feeling. I prefer that as my reward for working than getting paid, though that seems to be a necessity these days. It's not where I find my motivation when it comes to work.

As for the trips I've spoken about that I wanted to do, one's been signed up to do (due to finding an irresistible deal), and another is still being talked about, though the San Diego one is not one of those. That's still in the dream stages, but knowing me, I'll figure out a way to do it if I'm determined enough.

As I said when my mom was going downhill, when you're in a low, the only direction is up, and I think I've taken the stair up. Things are looking good to me so far, and hopefully, I'll get things figured out as life moves forward.

Life is good.