I bet when you were young, there were things you looked forward to so much it made you ache.
It seemed they’d never come, and you’d count down interminable days.
But as you get older, it may sometimes feel there’s less to look forward to.
Occasionally you might actually feel as if you’ve nothing whatsoever to feel excited about.
Low mood and depression can rob you of the joy of anticipation, the pleasure of things to come.
And of course it’s a double whammy.
If you feel low, you’re less likely to make plans.
So it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I think the trick in such circumstances is to go against all your instincts, arranging to do something, be somewhere, or see someone in the nearish future despite your belief that you probably won’t feel like it.
Because the magic of the mind is such that merely setting a goal like this (and it doesn’t have to be a big one – simply agreeing to meet a friend for coffee can do it) very often works wonders.
Make plans, and you’ll make progress.