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Lately I have been thinking that I must have inadvertently got myself tangled up into a time machine type situation. Apparently it was just last month that I was spending long, hot days on the beach, free from the cares of the everyday and enjoying the joy that is January.

You know. That post Christmas period where you can spend time congratulating yourself on getting through another year, on beating the beast that is the Festive Season, and look forward to Australia Day where there is a legitimate excuse to drink beer with lunch.

So you can imagine my horror when I discovered that it was not even the middle of February and I was already feeling… well, a bit over the whole thing.

It is almost like I was woken from the most wonderful dream by life throwing a cold bucket of guilt, commitments, obligations and other crap at me, and yelling…


But maybe it is not so sudden?

Marketing messages came to me via the television and radio a month back.

Phrases like “Back to School Sale Time” and “Order your Crisco Christmas Hamper today before it is too late and you lose your house because you cannot pay your mortgage…” sprang up before I had taken that festering, stinky Christmas Tree down, and the cycle started all over again.

On paper it might look like I have it all, but I am willing to give half of it back.

But what can I give up to continue to follow my January Bliss?

Thankfully, or not depending how you view these things, I work for myself.

For me, I am thankful. I can work from home, therefore my day is only ever punctuated by my evil angel that sits on my shoulder, willing me to go and switch on Ellen. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT JENNIFER ANISTON WAS ON JUST LAST WEEK AND DAYS LATER ANNOUNCED HER MARRIAGE WAS OVER? WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ELLEN AND US FIRST!

This is of course, counteracted by my nerdy subconscious. The nerdy subconscious also compelled me to purchase a Family Organizer that sits idle on my desk, and has proved to be useless apart from being the worlds’ most expensive doodle pad.

Yes, I work hard.

Not that I advocate being a workaholic. In fact, workaholics irritate me and make the rest of us look bad. I always hated that look I would get from the workaholic when I left work back in my cubicle jockey days, not to mention the emails he would send from the office at 11.15pm. Just to let you and everyone else in the “team “ know that he was still at work and you were not.

Stuff that! I also hate the way corporates have hi-jacked the word “team.”

But getting back to the feeling of the overwhelming waves that are crash tackling me, I have had a good think about all the facets in my life and what I can chop out.

Valentines Day did not exist this year. Just another “job” I don’t need to do. On the Job? Blow Job? Didn’t happen.

Birthdays, but with 24 people in my immediate family, the hope that we all turn into Jehovah’s Witnesses are slim. I don’t know how I am going to get around that reoccurring issue.

Domestic Due Diligence – aka housework. Earmarked for an even more of a diminished commitment in 2018.

Tax Return can wait another year.

Child-rearing responsibilities – Mandatory and non negotiable. But known for occasionally fluctuating in enthusiasm.

Combing through my responsibilities, I found it harder and harder to come up with “stuff” that I could push to the side and ignore, without impacting those around me.

That is until I absentmindedly scratched a mozzie bite on my shin and had a light bulb moment.

I am not going to shave my legs until next January. Because it will be then that I will have all the time in the world to do it. They say that the days are long and the years are fast. And I could not agree more.

So, what are you doing for Easter?

Have you decided on your Manicure theme yet? I HAVE!