The start of the year can feel a little, well, bleak. Once the tinsel has been packed away and the last of the mince pies polished off, feelings of festive cheer can fizzle out quicker than a firework on New Year’s Eve.
Whilst warming our hands around mugs of coffee, my colleague Annabel and I were discussing the usual winter struggles (dark nights, cold mornings) when, with a sigh of resignation, Annabel said, ‘Oh well, it’ll be Easter soon’. This might have been reassuring – except it was January; Easter was more than three months away, and winter had barely begun. I realised from our through winter, simply because we don’t have enough to look forward to? Perhaps the emptiness in our calendars is being reflected in our mood. Isn’t it time we started to bring the celebration of other parts of the year into our winter diaries, in order to connect and feel glimmers of warmth in the coldest of months?
