New Year Blues

Year after year, as the 31st of December approaches, a feeling of apprehension shrouds my thoughts. I like to call this the New Year Blues. Uninvited and thoroughly disliked, it still has the gall to make itself an annual visitor.
Same time. Same feeling.

31st of December plays the role of a deadline and the thoughts of unfinished work incessantly plagues my mind. And it is the apprehension and anxiousness of not being able to conform to this deadline that arouses a feeling of dread.

Inevitable in nature, and I speak from experience here, it happens to be a phase that, whether I like it or not, I have to go through. Perhaps a sign from God to make me aware of the immensity and implications of a year ending, perhaps even an instigation to reflect upon the year that has passed me by, for gratitude?

Certainly a deppressant, the only way to get around it, I've learnt, is to just push past it and see the sun shining bright behind the ominous cloud. Focusing on things that have to be done, and doing them, often helps.

Tomorrow is another day, and a few days brings the new year, the break of new dawn.