Guest Blogger - Jayne

Pin It I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time.

It started off as a little idea in the back of my mind, which I finally started to implement today.

But is that not always the way of great ideas? They start off as something we mull around for an unforeseen time period—often we tend to completely forget about for awhile, before something reminds us of it again? Then, we will often become excited and see it all as newness, and wonder why we hadn’t initiated it before now.

Awhile ago I thought of occasionally inviting others to submit posts for Adventures and Misadventures of Daily Living. A ‘guest blogger’ (so to speak) of the proverbial day. It is with this idea that I asked my friend, Jayne, to submit something she wanted to talk about—and an image if desired—which she graciously agreed to do. So, it is without further ado that I introduce you to Jayne of the Moon.

I hope you enjoy her post; I know that I did.

Dear January,

Enough already—we get it! We are losers living lives of terrible misery. You’ve made your point January; you’ve made your point.

You’ve been less than subtle in letting us know we’re a little chubbier than we should be, what with all the ads trumpeting “Half off Slim Fast products”. “A New You!” you proclaim, as you push gym memberships and energy bars our way. We get it January, we’re fat.

“Get Organized!” you shout, from the covers of magazines that stare us down while we wait in the checkout line with our diet pills and Cliff Bars, “Get Organized!” We dutifully box our Christmas decorations away, as if to the grave, only to be left with empty shelves and fireplace mantles begging to be noticed. You leave us with nothing to decorate for, nothing to celebrate. Making paper-chains to count down to Martin Luther King Jr. Day doesn’t pack the same punch we always hope it might.

December encouraged us to eat, drink and be merry, which we did—enjoying social events with family, friends and co-workers. Now you mock us, January, laughing at our empty pockets and bulging hips. “Ha ha ha!” You taunt, as you send us sliding off the roads and into brown snowbanks, “Winter has only just begun!”

You win, January, you win. We are never such failures as we are when we are in your terrible grasp—year after deplorable year.

Now, please, we beg you January, leave us soon.

Counting down the days (paper chain and all),

Jayne
Chairwoman
We Hate January Inc.