Blue Monday

"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well".

-Sylvia Plath

I've started and re-started this post a number of times already....I hate forcing myself to write when it's not coming naturally. But I really what to try to write every night. So what to write....that is the question. Last Monday, the 17th was "Blue Monday", the most depressing day of the year. The third Monday in January. This was figured out by some equation that has to do with the weather, debt, time passed since Christmas, failing your new years resolutions and so forth. It got me thinking what I was feeling or doing on all those Blue Monday that have passed in my life time. Checking my journal I can see that last year I was quite cheery. A typical day at home with my daughter, other than the fact I was 7 months pregnant. I write about doing puzzles with Stella and the frustrations of trying to get your young child to stay in their own bed at night but nothing about feeling sad or lonesome or anything along those lines. I think I'll make it a project to look through my other journals and poetry books and find the other Blue Mondays....lucky for me I've recorded a lot of life into journals and calendars.

And I think that is all for tonight. It's one of those nights where my mind doesn't want to get active, just relax and watch a movie....."The Town" to be exact.