January is an odd month, no pun intended.
The hoopla of the Holiday season suddenly ends.
We wake up from this dream land filled with candy houses and music and family and parties and rejoicing and presents and giving and sparkly lights and decorations hung from anything that will hold still.
In it's place we have January.
Everything is gray, the sky, the old snow, the trees, and my mood.
Gray is getting a little old.
It's cold here, 19 degrees today, with no chance of getting warmer, not for months.
When I turn on the radio my hearts sinks a little hearing the regularly scheduled programming rather than songs about our Saviors birth and sleigh riding and sugar plums.
When I drive at night I can not help but feel the loss of the wonder that is Christmas lights outlining the familiar homes and businesses in my neck of the woods.
As each set of lights go out the joy that was Christmas seems further and further away.
Even my own tree and holiday decor is packed up nice and tidy in red and gray storage bins, not to see the light of day for much, much too long.
My home feels drab and boring.
I miss my garlands and mistletoe.
January is supposed to be the month when we start a new, new goals and new dreams for a new year. We get back into the routine of our busy lives.
We are supposed to be eating more healthy foods (isn't that an unwritten resolutions for every one everywhere?).
Even the grocery stores know that. All I can see is Special K on the front of every grocery store ad (it's on sale AND healthy!)
Instead of Special K for two meals a day in order to lose those 6 holiday pounds I've put on, all I want are more treats.
I am feeling treat withdrawals in a bad way.
I just want to eat caramel corn until I'm sick.
I want more See's candy and at least another box or two of candy canes, all to myself.
January is an odd month, at least for me...