Hitting Snooze on the New Year

Another year begun, says my calendar

But the rhythm of seasons disagrees: the old winter is not done. Be soft with yourself.

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Consider what Winter is for; Conserve your energy. Comfort, rest, warmth

Demand your prioritisation. Don't fight the chilly tide. Dip to the

Ebb. "Enough" is the name I give Now, the name I give You, the name I give Me

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For now:

Germinate under the soil of fluffy blankets. Give yourself time. Grow unseen.

Hibernate gently my love.

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Imbolc is surely soon enough; if naptime calls, your affirmative is

Justified. Just

Kick the Resolutions can down the icy road

Let Spring be the time for the New You. January is a langurous limbo to luxuriate in, a lumbering run-up.

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Maybe you broke your resolutions already

Never mind, the snowdrops are a second chance for us all. Nature says now is not the time to advance.

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Ooze your ideas and

Prepare. Percolate your plans in

Quietude

Reflect, rejuvenate

Slumber, still. Sip steaming soup. Steep your schemes like

Tea, brew them as meticulously. Take your lesson from other creatures

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Under the soil of blankets, spider out your roots, little seed.

Vow to drink more water; do more squats; eat more greens...

When the daffodil trumpets the turning of the season; when days stretch and earth warms; when green comes back. Wave goodbye to the old year slowly with a fond

X x x x pressed to blue chilly lips of the temporary death

Yet another 5 minutes; your resolutions can wait until the snowdrops nod their tiny YES; until then

Zzzzzz

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Quick Authors Note:

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed it, I assume you already know how likes and subscriptions work, and how to find my profile. Would you consider sharing this, or reading another? Christmas is over, motivation may be slack, Please pop another ha'penny in the writer's hat.

Pay no attention to the writer behind the curtain: I wrote this for the Abecedarian Challenge (linked at the bottom).

I am not fully taking my own advice with this one - still on the New Year's Resolution train with my personal goal to publish a short story every day this year. But other things I've reined back until Spring, and given myself permission to just get through January.

This poem is a reminder from me to you: If the gloom lies heavy on you, it's OK to stay cosy, move a little slower, and put hot soup where other people tell you radical change ought to be. After all, you and me baby ain't nothing but mammals.