Winter after the holidays seems so pointless. It loses its magic and it suddenly becomes depressing. I never know what to do with myself.
A new year. New goals? Maybe. But it's hard to think of that. Overestimating myself leads to nothing good. Underestimating myself - closer to reality. A new year. New changes? That's what everyones' goals imply. But am I the only one who thinks changes are too often bad ones? That's what makes me not trust them.
The start of a new year is never a good time of year.
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