NEW YEAR INERTIA

Every year I seem to stumble into the New Year, depleted of energy and looking for somewhere to lie down. Everywhere people seem to be popping up, full of beans, telling me their plans for 2014. Some of them even exercise. You know who you are! Images of fireworks bursting into dark skies, people running around wearing lycra. I mean, is it just me?

I have no vim this time of year. I often wonder if it’s because of the weather here in Australia. But to be honest I’m pretty sure I felt the same in the UK.

It’s true I’m not the sort who forgets the past and runs toward the unknown future. The old year exhausts me before I can get to grips with the new one. The husband nags me to take down the Christmas decorations as soon as the sun sets on Boxing Day. Now why would I want to do that? I know that beneath all that tinsel and fairy lights hide layers of cobwebs and dead beetles. I mean, that’s the point of Christmas decs isn’t it. And Christmas cards.

Here I will also admit that any event involving cards – Christmas, birthdays, mother’s and father’s day – I keep them up, on the mantelpiece, until the next event involving cards. Therefore, only psychics and very very tall people can see the dust.

I think the idea of New Year is, to coin an old fashioned phrase, to take stock of one’s life. I like the sound of that. It conjures up images of me in a clean white coat, holding a clipboard. The clipboard has a list of things that I need to address. For instance:

1. Lose weight (it’s only people like me who say that you should love the body you have.) I know I will get knuckle-wrapped for that. By thin people.
2. Exercise more. Or, invent an exercise that isn’t hideously boring or hard to keep up. If anyone suggests running I will have to stop talking to them. If God meant me to run, he would have made me thinner already.
3. Stop procrastinating. I was going to put that last but thought better of it.
4. Tidy up as I go along (this gem came from my husband). I don’t think it’s going to work. I only clean in response to the shame of my friends discovering what a slut I am about the home.
5. Drink less wine. Obviously I put this one down using humour.

By now I’ve thrown the clipboard across the imaginary storeroom and there are dirty marks all down the front of my white coat.

So let’s get back to the reality of January.

I only change out of my swimsuit when I have to leave the house. It does steam on occasion. I might clean the toilet but that’s as far as I’ll go. If someone wants to visit I need 48 hours notice. I do very little writing as the kids interrupt every time – son no.1 did that just now.
And the only really constructive thing I do is fill in surveys and on-line questionnaires. It is important for me to know how middle-class I am or if I could ever become an assistant on Dr Who.

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8 thoughts on “NEW YEAR INERTIA

  1. I know exactly how you feel! One resolution should be to only drink really good wine. But probably less of it than usual!

    • I only drink good wine Heather – the cheap stuff gives me palpitations. I’m also a total lightweight and can only manage 2 glasses at a time. However after all my protestations I am exercising (static bike, hula-hoop, boxing) and we start the 5:2 diet tomorrow. Blah. One year I’m going to be perfect. And probably lose all my friends. 😀
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  2. omg (previous reply) tell me you’re lying about the exercising …….. ! … Your NY ‘story’ made me laugh heaps … dunno how the troops coped with my habits over Xmas/NY but they were / it was awesome fun, and I know I need a permanent cleaner … (Jo was so kind!) … as soon as can afford … maybe 2017 … having a job so being busy but unable to afford jack-sh*t (let alone decent wine) sucks like that …! (I can keep a pool clean but fail miserably with house … 48hrs notice wld make no difference here) … 40*C days imminent, inertia invites, but 2014 will be goooood …! hope for you too xxx oh, Barking at the Bentley continues in scratch … xxx

    • Hi Julia! Been meaning to send you a missive. Hope Christmas went well. Jo always says that you are a cook or a cleaner – and she is a cleaner (her words!). I sure she was delighted to do something for you. We’ve had 40+ at the weekend. One night it was 38 while I tried to sleep. We don’t have air con. Two fans, and total immersion showers with no towel drying. I also clutched an ice block and wore a wet flannel over my face. Very attractive. I say bugger the house, spend the cleaners wages on the high life. Well decent cheese and the odd preservative-free bottle of Shiraz. It helps to be short sighted – you don’t notice the dust. Have a fabulous year. Sending hugs. XXX

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