A new year has begun, full of possibilities, yet I am overcome with lassitude. There are so many good lists out there, so many ways to make plans for the coming year . . . so many tools to assess where I've been . . . and where I'd like to go in the future . . .
Instead, I've spent the day listening to CNN drone on and on about the fiscal cliff . . . How can I deride our politicians for taking us to the edge, when I should be doing constructive things to improve my life, and yet I've chosen to blow the day doing nothing? How am I any better than they?
I go back to work tomorrow, after being off since the 21st. It's taken me this long to decompress, and now, I'm supposed to go back and pick up where I left off - the madness of deadlines and pressure, pressure, pressure . . . In a week, I won't feel lethargic; I'll be too busy to think. I'll be like one of those gerbils going round and round on a wheel, working so hard, but not really getting anywhere . . .
This bit of instrospection is going to have to be enough for now . . . The acknowledgment that there are things in my life that need to be reevaluated . . . Hopefully, it won't take a metaphorical cliff to get me to act . . .