> “Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven’t a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.’ – Edna Ferber
Ah, the start of the work week…a fresh start, a new beginning. Most Mondays it’s not too bad breaking the habits of the weekend and getting back to early rising and shaving every day. But since I had an extended break over the holiday, i’ve been too long (or too short, depending on one’s perspective) away from the routine of a work week.
This time of year is quite unproductive. From the Thanksgiving break through the New Year’s Day break, there seems to be more days off than on! Not that I’m complaining, mind you, just noticing. When I was a managing partner of a firm, this time of the year was a bit scary, since productivity drops at a time when clients slack off projects as well. Made for some interesting cash crunches. But now that I’m gainfully employed by others, these concerns are but a distant memory, and the extra days off are well appreciated.
> “How did it get so late so soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?” – Theodor “Dr. Seuss” Geisel
And today’s blathering would be incomplete if I failed to mention that it’s now the first of December. DECEMBER! How did this happen? Living in Texas it’s really hard to judge the months due to the absence of seasonal indicators. We have two seasons here, blah and hot…with a rare brief spell of nice weather at the change. I miss the autumn and winters of my youth spent in colder climates (not fun to commute in, but snow’s a blast when it closes school…THAT I remember well).
As I grow wiser (nee older), I find that December takes on a different purpose, a time to take stock of what’s happened over the last year and prepare myself for January and the habitual, yet false, fresh start. Not that I believe in New Year’s resolutions, but I do enjoy the mind trick that this “fresh start” plays on us. Like the wish for eternal youth, who among us doesn’t enjoy that cleansing feeling that comes with this mental game of forgive, forget, and freedom? As always, I’ll privately (and quietly) make some resolutions for the new year, and reflect back on those made the last time the cherubic New Year’s baby waddled onto the stage.