November and December were spent socializing, going out, travelling, filling all spare time with fun and late nights. Not a single Friday or Saturday night was spent at home.
Then came January. I crave home. I crave my bed. I crave alone time. I go to bed early (I start thinking about it at around 9 some nights), work on my creative pursuits, read (I can't recall the last period of time I regularly read for pleasure), get up at 6 to exercise before work. I'm trying to treat myself well and make the most of each day, without staying out all night, and sleeping through anything that resembles daylight (unbelievably depressing!).
I have to say, it feels pretty nice. Balanced with a weekly meal at a friends place, or having a dinner party at my place, this isn't a bad way to live. But I do feel like I'll never have the energy or desire to go out and meet new people, go out to a bar, dance my booty off, or stay out far too late ever again.
My friend Daniel said that everyone gets this way in January, as he pushed some Vitamin D on me.
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