I call the handful of days between Christmas and New Year the Doldrum Days. Perhaps I had heard it somewhere or it is a product of my imagination.
Mr. Hockey, my high school geography teacher, taught us about the Doldrums, the lack of driving winds around the Equator as I understood it.
The elements from above and below the Equator were somehow canceling each other out, making it tough for sailing ships to get wind in their sails.
The days between Christmas and New Year are then for me aptly named.
One year is pulling up ahead revealing its potential pressures.
The old one lingering, trying to avoid its inevitable exit.
It is last-gasping and we are in the middle, often exhausted and wondering why we may feel as if we have no wind in our sails.
I am planning to use these days to rest.
I don’t mean sleep all day although it is an appealing thought.
I am going to rest from self-imposed pressures. I am going to rest from feeling as if I have to meet every personal deadline, the minutiae of housekeeping, and so forth. I am going to let the lack of currents take me nowhere. Then, around 36 hours prior to the arrival of 2022, I will reset my sails, chart a map for the coming year.
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