"You've got a present on your desk..."
According to T.S Eliot, April is the cruellest month but every year, February beats it hands down for misery. I hate February, it's almost chemical how it affects me and brings my mood to a very low point despite the nice things that might be happening. We've had a cracking Chinese New Year, I'm still not smoking, I've improved a little in my dance classes and enjoying them more, spent quality time with my sister and got two new pairs of shoes... and yet, I've felt it. A drop in my mood, for no discernible reason whatsoever, just a sudden cloud descending on an otherwise upbeat moment when I least expect it.
Then again, it's worth remembering that sometimes, you have to make your own happiness. And sometimes, happiness will find you.
I gave myself a late start this morning because I've been doing lots of early starts for various reasons, mainly bringing in some new business for the organisation and simultaneously helping out a neighbouring company score points on one of their big contracts by being on hand before 9am each day.
And I thought, well, I'll get into the office for 10am today to give myself a break from the sweaty journey through Hell that is rush hour on the eastbound Jubilee Line and actually got a seat on the train, wasn't tripped up or sworn at squeezing through the gates or forced to buy milk yet again from my own money because I hadn't sorted out expenses in time - which meant I had a nice start to the day.
Then as I bounced into the office feeling quite bright about things, a colleague said "Hey, you've got a present on your desk," and you know what? There was a bottle of wine and a thank you card from the neighbouring company, for the early starts and the extra mile I went for them. Nice.
Off to lunch with my brother in a little while and I'm going to try a different dance class this evening, a mixed ability class that, with any luck, I'll be able to keep up with and pick up some new ideas. How's your February been so far?
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There's onlyone good thing about February and that's my birthday being at the end of it. Without that, I can't imagine how unutterably awful it would be. Mind you, March is pretty shit, I reckon - you think it's going to be spring because all the little buds start appearing on the trees, but then the rain just rains and rains and you remember that actually, summer probably isn't going to be the endless balmy days you've been hoping for all winter but actually is probably just going to be more bloody drizzle. AND you haven't even got a birthday to cheer yourself up, there's another 10 months to go before it's Christmas and people have to buy you presents again.
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