Week four of 2019 began, for all of us, with Blue Monday. On Blue Monday, I felt surprisingly yellow. I spent the tube journey smiling to myself like a fool. I was determined not to let the whole ‘Blue Monday’ label convince me that it was going to be a difficult day. After all, I did a little bit of research and it turns out that Blue Monday is a term which was simply created by a holiday company just to sell trips abroad! I’d had a wonderful weekend with a lovely friend and it’d left me feeling refreshed and determined. I’d decided that this week was my do-over.
You see, and I’m sure I am not alone in this, January so far has been a bit of a write off. I’ve been worrying a lot and overthinking EVERYTHING and snoozing my alarm and most days I’ve ended up buying lunch. I haven’t been singing or exercising or blogging and I may as well have never made any New Years’ Resolutions.
Despite the positive start to week four, I spent a lot of it feeling really tired, head-achy and a bit nauseous. January is such a gloomy month. We’ve had snow, it’s been cold. There have been a couple of beautiful crisp and sunny days but I still feel like I’m in terrible need of a good dose of vitamin D.
In the end, this week was definitely a week for cutting myself some slack and giving myself a pat on the back for the little things I did better. (Something we should all get better at doing.)
Tuesday I worked from home, caught up on some studying, got myself organised for the rest of the week and made a sandwich for lunch on Wednesday. (making the sandwich was a step in the right direction sure, but it took all of two minutes, which did cause me to question why I ever spend money on lunch and can’t seem to make time to simply butter some bread and stick some ham on it every evening).
On Wednesday morning the butterflies woke up when I did and I wanted to hide away at home and go back to sleep. I perked myself up, kicked myself into action and that night, spent a lovely evening with a group of friends at an amazing italian restaurant called Pasta Brown. It’s in Covent Garden and if you haven’t been and you can go, you should. I had the Penne Pasta Brown and a slice of chocolate fudge cake and left very full and very happy. So full and happy that I fell asleep at 9:30pm, shortly after getting home.
I needed to be super organised this week too. It was one of those where nothing is routine and where there’s something every day that you musn’t forget or else. I don’t care how technological this world gets, I think there’ll always be something particularly good about putting pen to paper and writing things down. I simply don’t know what I would have done this week without my diary.
It’s been a chilled weekend thank goodness. Yesterday morning’s lie-in made me feel brand new. I left bed to grab tea, breakfast and my book. I then sat with the tv on (Saturday Kitchen made good background) and read, in bed, until lunch time. In the afternoon Dave and I headed into London to meet two friends for a drink and a bite to eat. We hadn’t seen them in FOREVER and it was super lovely to catch up.
I was up reading late last night and indulged in another glorious lie-in this morning. I’m now nearly half way through Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine and I am COMPLETELY hooked. It’s amazing.
Now Week Four’s nearly over. It hasn’t been quite the do over I planned, but I’m just pleased I got up and at ’em every day and I was organised for once.
Dave and I are headed back to Chelmsford for the day today. Roast dinner at my mum and dad’s and over to see his parents’ too. I love Sundays.
2019 is just beginning. Plenty of time for resolutions yet.