I mentioned in my living arrows post this morning that I’ve not been feeling well since new year’s eve.
Whatever this flu/virus/chest infection thing is, it’s really knocked me out. I’ve been tucked up in bed by about 8 o’clock most nights so far this year. And I’ve really not done anything other than keep things sort of ticking over.
And I’m frustrated by it.
I had such expectations of this new year. I was all geared up to kick the year off all organised and energised. I was going to have a plan put together to move things forward with my work and with life in general.
And instead I’ve just sort of stopped. Which I’ve needed to do, this virus has been really quite nasty. But still, I’m frustrated.
I’ve joked with my husband that I may as well just write off 2017 now.
It’s too late to bother now, so I’ll just try again next year!
But, all jokes aside, I am having to have a little word with myself and realise that it really doesn’t matter when I start. There’s nothing magical about the 1st of January. Just because I’ve missed that date, it doesn’t mean it’s too late.
Yes, I’m a little bit behind where I wanted to be, but it’s not too late!
I can’t write off 2017 quite yet.
Now my energy is coming back I can start making the changes that I want to make. I can put the work in that I know needs to be done.
2017, I’m on my way!