My original plan was to have today’s blog be about the results of my “experiment” with reducing verbal language in my life, but something else has held my attention the last little while and refused to give way: my January blues.

January was a difficult month for me. I struggled: I felt more tired and pessimistic. And heavy... as if there were not only a weight on my chest but also weights hidden in my clothes. Everything seemed to happen slower and I felt out of sync with the world and the people around me, including those closest to me. Small negative moments that would normally slide away from notice on their own stayed at the forefront of my conscious mind and I thirsted for positive feedback like a plant leaning and straining for the sustenance of the sun.

So often we focus on and look towards the “big” moments: the presentation, the promotion, the gathering, the goal, the destination.... But how much of our lives do those moments really represent?