Oomph

Oomph, or rather the lack of it, has long been at the heart of my problem with winter.  It's the season when my when my Get-Up-and-Go goes on holiday  It's not that I have nothing to do - far from it! - but I can't work up enthusiasm for doing any of it.  

But the surprising thing is that it is all OK.  I didn't feel guilty, I just didn't do much!  I didn't worry about it, I didn't let it get me down.  I just listened to familiar audiobooks and did my knitting and enjoyed meals I had previously batch cooked.  

I think that my hibernaculum project has "given me permission" to be like this.  I don't need to judge myself.  I have time to love myself.  I can tell myself "This too shall pass" but I don't need to speed it on its way.

I don't know why I wrote about the lack of oomph in the past tense: today is another knitting and audiobook time.  Hope you too are having a contented day.