Post-Party Depression

The New Year's Resolutions are no more. I'm sitting on our couch, staring at the holiday/traveling related piles that fill our living and dining room. It has suddenly occurred to me that I need to find a place to put all of our new toys. And our apartment has grown smaller while we were away this weekend. Nooks and crannies that potentially could have held our gleaming new haul have been sucked into the walls, leaving only blank and unusable space. And under the bed is already taken.

Post-holidays reality also nudges at my conscience in other ways. All those New Year’s Resolutions? Yeah, I should probably be doing something about those. The Christmas tree—or the few needles still clinging to branches—needs to come down and be disposed of. I need to retrain my body to learn that two sugar cookies and a piece of fudge do not, actually, compose breakfast.

But, even as I write this, I’m surprised to feel some excitement stirring. Or is that gas? No—a smidge of excitement, I swear. First of all, I'm excited to be starting the year off right—with a box of Raisin Nut Bran, thanks to my friend Cathy. Additionally, I’m excited that I can read whatever books I want, because I don’t have to finish them quickly. I can focus on my priorities (books and napping), instead of slavishly following my holiday marching orders: “Bake, Buy, Wrap, Eat, Party.”

And I’m looking forward to accomplishing my New Year’s resolutions. Even if I can just check the first two off my list—buy a house and get a dog—what a huge life change that will be! I’m excited to see how 2006 turns out. And to blog about it, of course;)