Blue Monday

 Hello Everyone,

I'm trying out a new concept. Well, it's an old concept but it is newer to me. I don't post that often to Facebook anymore, not am I on Twitter, Instagram, TikTok or any other social media except LinkedIn. 

Over the past 10 months as I've worked from home, I've written a quick little greeting to my colleagues at work to keep our spirits up. Well, at least to keep my spirits up. The email list for those little things grew and grew and now I've been getting some people from outside the company who want my little writings. Honestly, I'm flattered that anyone would want to read what crazy shit I have to say.

Someone pointed out that I should be saving these little essays and I pointed out that they are living right now in my sent folder in my email. But I suppose that isn't good enough. It almost implies that the company could argue it owns them - although I know the owners of the company would not do that.

So while it's kind of a nebulous reason for doing so, I'm taking my talents to South Beach! Wait. What? (That's kind of an old joke by now, isn't it? I apologize for that and any bad jokes I will make in the future.)

So, today is the day to start posting here. That's oddly fitting because today is now something called Blue Monday. Apparently, the third Monday in January is the saddest day of the year because it comes in the depths of winter and everyone is cold and miserable. That's according to some travel agency association which "created" this day in order to get people thinking about buying vacation packages during a slow time of the year.

However, it turns out that the third Monday in January usually falls in the week of my birthday. That Monday has always been a sad Monday. Anyone else who has a winter birthday can tell you that having a winter birthday really sucks. It's especially demoralizing when your birthday falls in January because everyone is getting the bills from Christmas.

January is just not a party month.

When I was younger, I'd come to an understanding with myself regarding my birthday, which was that I wouldn't let it bother me. However, sometime in my 30s, the time between Jan. 1 and Jan. 21 started to become known as "The Dark Times." No matter what I tried, I couldn't seem to avoid at least a deep feeling of the blues. Getting older will do that, I guess.

Anyway, it's nice to hear, I suppose, that everyone else is sharing in my misery this week. To this, I can only say one thing: Ha, ha!

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