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January

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There's something about this time of year I don't like. Everything looks grey, maybe that's because of the rain, causing the ground and the trees to look darker. I always feel this time of year looks 'untidy'. 

It feels like there's a lot of pressure this time of year. A lot of people set these goals in their minds for what they would love to do and achieve but the realisation that anything worth doing takes time can feel overwhelming. I think we sometimes forget that not everything in life is instant. Memories and achievements stem from work. Hard work, that in the end is something to be proud of. That feeling of accomplishment is something we all love to feel. 

The dull days of January can make it difficult to remain focused. The cold days are boring. Why venture into the chill when we can be warm in front of the tele? 

And then, before we know it a month or two has gone by. 



That's why I don't like this time of year much. I don't like the trees looking sad, the fields of green turned into mini pools of mud and water. It's like life is hibernating for a while. Until the sun decides to shine for us again. 

Don't get me wrong there are aspects of this sadness I find truly beautiful. The frost in the mornings. The robins flying around. Getting a pink nose from standing in the cold too long. And the glisten from untouched snow.

But I look forward to the wake of Spring. I look forward to seeing colour again.

Much love
Beth xx

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